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dweetwise · 3 years

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you know the drill. have some fluffy riconti <3

ship: felix x ace warnings: mentioned (past) sexual content word count: 2430

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Where there’s smoke, there’s fire (part 3)

When Felix wakes up, he immediately notices something is off.

There's a brief moment of panic when he realizes he's not in his own bed, the layout of the strange room different than what he’s used to. To make matters worse, someone stirs next to him in the bed, and Felix—

Has his hand on the man's bicep and has apparently slept curled up next to him.

Ace is still asleep, sprawled out on his back on the hotel bed, snoring softly without a care in the world.

Felix recalls last night. There was the fire alarm, and they'd talked while sharing a blanket for warmth. Then, he'd invited Ace up, they'd kissed, Ace had agreed to stay the night…

… And things had escalated to the point where Felix had come in his pants like a teenager.

Felix buries his face in his pillow in embarrassment and silently wishes the earth would swallow him whole. Nothing about this situation is like him at all; usually, he’s careful to a fault, and having a one-night-stand with a man he just met has been something reserved only for fantasies.

But Ace hadn’t seemed to mind. On the contrary, he’d been understanding and even encouraging, not running for the hills despite Felix’s numerous fuck-ups.

Felix peeks up from the pillow and looks at Ace. Something flutters in his gut upon taking in his bedmate's relaxed features while he sleeps. And then something different stirs in his groin when he realizes Ace is shirtless, a lean arm stretched behind his pillow, the duvet only covering half of his hairy chest.

It's embarrassing how much the proximity of a very male body next to Felix is enough to wake his libido, years' worth of repressed sexuality now hitting him full force. He barely resists the urge to reach out and touch the grey curls, not wanting to wake Ace, since they don't have anywhere to be—

Shit!

Felix bolts up to sit on the bed and frantically glances around the room for a clock, acutely reminded that he's here for business and not a gay escapade.

“Oof!” Ace protests and flinches awake when Felix accidentally knees him in the ribs.

“Sorry,” Felix apologizes half-heartedly, finally spotting the alarm clock on the nightstand next to Ace.

Seeing the numbers 8:40, Felix immediately sighs in relief and slumps back down on the bed. He still has plenty of time before his business appointment.

“Sleep well?” Ace's asks, voice groggy with sleep while he blinks awake.

“Yes,” Felix says. “Uhm… and you?” he asks awkwardly, immediately feeling much more self-conscious now that Ace is awake.

“Like a baby,” Ace flashes Felix a grin but doesn't meet his eyes.

Ace proceeds to sit up, before yawning long and loud, stretching his arms above his head.

And Felix stares like an absolute creep at the way Ace's shoulder muscles move with the action. He wants to run his hands all over them, thanking his luck that they still have time for a lazy morning under the covers.

“Well, I should probably get out of your hair,” Ace says, shattering Felix's daydream. “Leave you to prepare for your important meeting.”

Ace pulls the covers away from himself and turns to get out of bed, and Felix wants to protest—

“No,” Felix finds himself saying out loud, Ace's head immediately whipping around to look at him in surprise.

“I, ehm,” Felix starts, clearing his throat self-consciously. “I have time. If you do too,” he manages lamely.

A smile slowly spreads over Ace's face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners and a familiar warmth sparkle within them.

“It's kinda chilly, huh?” Ace grins, leaving Felix confused.

“Not particularly—” he starts, feeling almost too warm under the thick duvet.

“We should cuddle for warmth,” Ace interrupts before eagerly slipping back between the covers, making realization dawn on Felix.

“You're right,” he says, playing along while trying not to smile like an idiot as Ace scoots closer. “I'm very cold.”

“Well, can't have that, now can we?” Ace smiles, lifting the covers and extending his arm, and Felix gratefully take the opportunity to cuddle up to him.

Sighing blissfully as Ace's arms wrap around him, Felix buries his face in the crook between Ace's neck and shoulder.

Making good of his earlier thought, Felix brings one of his hands up from Ace’s back to smooth over the man’s shoulders. Ace hums in approval and starts petting Felix's hair, and Felix never realized just how nice it is to be held. His few girlfriends were always much more petite than him, and even though Ace is shorter and smaller than him, he's broader and bigger than a woman and Felix feels safe in his arms.

Felix's other hand, on its own accord, comes up to rest on Ace's chest, and it's only when the man huffs in amusement that Felix realizes he's been playing with his chest hair again.

And it suddenly hits him just how weird it is that he's happily cuddling the man he only met technically today without technically even having sex with him.

“This probably isn't how a normal hook-up goes, huh?” Felix realizes, hesitantly stilling the movement of his hand.

“Not really,” Ace chuckles, the sound reverberating in his chest under Felix's hand. “But normal’s boring anyway, don’t you think?”

“I suppose,” Felix murmurs with a smile, doubts successfully reassured. On impulse, he places a soft peck on Ace's neck.

When the other shivers and gasps, Felix pulls back to look at him, startled by the reaction.

“Uh, neck's kinda sensitive,” Ace offers with a sheepish grin.

Well. It sure would be a shame if someone used that information for their advantage later tonight.

“I don't know whether to be turned on or scared,” Ace jokes, seeing the mischievous smile on Felix's face.

“Later,” Felix says, leaning in for a kiss that Ace dodges, Felix's lips landing on Ace's stubbled cheek.

“I promise you don't wanna taste my mouth right now” Ace explains. “It's a distinct combination of booze and death.”

Felix would like to pretend like he's not grossed out by morning breath, but then remembers he didn’t even offer to lend Ace a hotel toothbrush last night.

“Fair enough,” Felix says, settling for kissing Ace's bearded jaw instead.

The prickling under his lips is pleasant and, again, so distinctly masculine. Felix can't help nuzzling into Ace's jawline, his own morning stubble rasping against the trimmed beard.

“Having fun?” Ace teases, returning the gesture, scraping his beard over Felix's stubbled cheek.

“Sorry,” Felix chuckles. “It's just different. In a good way.”

“I'm not judging,” Ace grins. “If you wanna bump your head into me and knead my chest hair like a cat, go right ahead.”

“I'm… a little obsessed, sorry,” Felix says, a hand running through said chest hair once again.

“Baby, a guy with your face? You can do whatever you want with me," Ace purrs suggestively, and Felix feels heat rising up his neck.

“Do you really think I look good?” Felix asks, almost regretting it once he realizes just how insecure he sounds.

Sure, his ex-girlfriends complimented him every now and then, but that's what couples do, right? The kids back in his school years sure didn't make it a secret how "weird" and "boring" they thought Felix was.

“Don't tell me no one ever told you how pretty you are,” Ace grins. At Felix's confused frown, Ace's smile falters. “Fuck me, no one ever told you how pretty you are.”

“People don't generally tend to compliment strangers,” Felix points out.

“They should if the stranger looks like you!” Ace exclaims, now sounding almost offended on his behalf. “Okay, babe, listen. This is important,” Ace says, grabbing Felix by the shoulder and looking straight into his eyes.

“You're gorgeous,” Ace says. “And, yeah, I don’t really tend to be stingy with compliments, but you're easily in the top five of most attractive people I've ever seen in my life.”

“You said this was important,” Felix says with a small smile, trying not to flush from the praise.

“It is!” Ace insists. “You need to know that you're a ten and you can't spend your life picking up fives and sixes.”

Felix frowns, not really seeing where Ace is going with this.

“I mean obviously I'm not referring to myself—” Ace hurries to add. “But if you ever start getting more involved in the hookup scene, you need to set the bar high. Because trust me, you're not gonna run out of options.”

Felix barely resists the urge to tell Ace that he can't see himself sleeping with men that aren't him, but manages to just nod instead so he doesn’t sound too clingy.

He's still flustered that Ace finds him this attractive and isn't afraid of saying so. Maybe it's a cultural thing, the Argentine much more free with his compliments than is customary in Germany.

“So, now that we've established how hot you are…” Ace starts, sensing Felix's awkwardness about being in the spotlight like this. “You probably didn't have the time to check out the breakfast buffet, huh?”

“No, I only got here last night,” Felix says.

At the mention of food, Felix suddenly notices a pang in his belly, signaling an empty stomach. Having only had a couple of pathetic airplane meals for the past 24 hours, breakfast is sounding pretty tempting right about now.

“Well, need some help with that?” Ace suggests.

“Help?” Felix asks, confused.

“You know,” Ace gestures lazily with his hand. “Get all the insider information. Which cereal to pick. Whether apple or orange juice is better. Important stuff.”

Hearing the strange suggestion, something clicks in Felix's head.

“Are you asking if I want to have breakfast together?” Felix asks.

“Is it working?” Ace grins.

“Somehow, yes,” Felix says, and Ace’s smile widens even further.

“I hate to say it, but we should probably get out of bed in that case,” Ace says, sitting up on the bed and taking the cozy warmth of his body away. “I'll swing by my room to freshen up. See you downstairs in half an hour?” he offers over his shoulder, starting to dress himself.

“Sounds good,” Felix agrees, hurrying to get out of bed so he'll have time to make himself look presentable.

Making for the bathroom to brush his teeth, he walks past his phone on the desk, suddenly remembering something crucial.

“Oh,” Felix says, making a nearly-dressed Ace perk up and look at him. “Can I please have your number, just in case? I don't want to lose you again.”

“Aww, babe,” Ace smirks. “The three seconds we were separated by the elevator were hard on me too.”

“You know what I mean,” Felix mutters, shooting Ace a half-hearted glare.

“I do, I do,” Ace defuses with a smile, walking up to Felix with a partially buttoned shirt and extending his hand. “Here, I’ll type it for you.”

As Felix hands over his phone and watches Ace add his number, his gaze inadvertently drifts down to the man's exposed chest. The crumpled, pastel pink shirt combined with the generous neckline exposing a hairy chest should look nothing short of ridiculous and trashy.

Instead, Felix forces his eyes away before his sweatpants start tenting suspiciously. What the hell is wrong with him?

“There!” Ace finally finishes his task and hands Felix back his phone. “Call me?” Ace suggests and—thankfully—proceeds to button his shirt most of the way up.

Felix glances at the number, smiling as he sees "Ace ♠️" as the contact name.

“Cute,” Felix comments when he presses the call button.

“Not as cute as you,” Ace winks, grabbing his own phone that lights up on the nightstand. “Thanks babe, I got it.”

“Do I even want to know what you're saving me as?” Felix mutters, intrigued.

“Oops, would you look at that, gotta run!” Ace grins, avoiding the question and making for the door. “See you in thirty, handsome!”

“Be safe,” Felix reflexively calls after him, and Ace turns and raises an eyebrow, making Felix choke on his own embarrassment. “I mean… yes. See you soon.”

Like he should have said in the first place. You know, like a normal person.

Instead of making fun of him, Ace just smiles in a kind of derpy way.

“Can you stop being so adorable?” Ace teases, but then he's out of the door before Felix can even begin to think of a reply.

Left to his own devices, Felix realizes he only has thirty minutes to shower, shave and get ready for what is essentially his first date with a man.

He hurries to the bathroom and turns on the shower, a flash of shame shooting through him as he spots his previously soiled boxers still drying on the towel rack.

Still, he manages to shower, shave, blow dry his hair and brush his teeth with ten minutes to spare.

But then he runs into his next crisis; what the hell does he wear?

Felix ends up laying all of his outfits on the bed, and yes, five entire outfits might have been excessive for a three-day-trip, but it sure comes in handy now.

Does he wear his work clothes? It might be overdressing for the occasion. He can't wear the leather jacket, since they’re only going to be indoors. Can he go with the t-shirt and vest? Will Ace think he's a slob?

Suddenly recalling Ace has only seen him in his pajamas, Felix realizes anything he chooses to wear is probably a vast improvement.

And then he also realizes he only has three minutes left, having wasted most of his time overthinking his outfit choice.

No small amount of cursing later, Felix manages to dress himself in the casual outfit, only fretting momentarily over whether the jeans are too casual or not. Since he has no time left to gel his hair into place, he haphazardously brushes his bangs over to one side and hopes that it’s good enough.

Barely remembering his keycard, Felix is out of the door with only one minute to spare, power-walking to the elevator.

He pushes the call button, and then pushes it again… and again, when the elevator isn't fucking arriving. He glances at his watch, remembers he didn't remember to put on a watch, sighs and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. But at least the elevator is finally here—

“Fancy seeing you here,” Ace quips as soon as the doors slide open.

#riconti #ace visconti #felix richter #dweetwrites #dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #felix x ace

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geeky-introvert · 4 years

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Following Fate . Hvitserk X Amma

Summary: After he’s kicked out of Kattegat Amma decides to leave and go with him in hopes they’ll survive the winter together. Her devotion to help him was beautiful, as was her feelings for the broken man....One-Shot.

Amma is one of my newest favourite characters and I loved the way she tried to always help Hvitserk when no one else would. But that’s why we have the fandom, right? I believe Amma and Hvitserk were good together, so here it is. Enjoy!

Word count: 1551

Warning: None.

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Gif credit to me.

There was nothing left for Amma in Kattegat. For so long, for many years she has tried looking for her fate. Hvitserk was the only thing that she felt devoted towards, a purpose, but also growing fond of. He was in such a bad way she didn’t pursue her feelings but tried to help him get better, which she failed.

After Hvitserk was kicked out she knew what she had to do and that was to follow him. She didn’t even tell anyone, knowing they would try to stop her and left Kattegat behind to follow the very man she wanted to protect.

Even at the start of the harsh winter it was a risk she was taking, knowing very well she might not survive as well as Hvitserk but she couldn’t give up just yet, she had to try.

“Hvitserk!” Running towards him along the snowy path she saw him slumped up against a large try, struggling against the cold with the lack of furs to keep him warm.

“Here.” She breathed out removing a spare she had and wrapping it around him, breathing into his hands to try and warm him up. “Oh, Hvitserk, you’ve suffered so much.”

“A-Amma?” Hvitserk whisper sounding confused seeing her right there. “What...what are you doing here? You should be...in Kattegat.”

“I left.” Amma simply said trying to keep him warm still. “I couldn’t just forget about you, the thought of you being out here all alone, left to die, it’s wrong.” She then helped him stand and looked up at him with caring eyes. “There’s nothing left for me in Kattegat. All I want is to help you, the gods have fated it and I believe it’s my fate.”

“You shouldn’t be here….Everything I touch is ruined.”

“Yet I’m still here! Like it or not you’re stuck with me. Please, we have to get you warm. We need to find a cave or something for the night.”

Amma helped Hvitserk through the snow for what felt like hours before she finally managed to find a small cave in the forest. There she helped settle Hvitserk, got a fire going before gaining a little luck and catching a rabbit to cook for them. Returning she noticed Hvitserk was still shivering, making whimper noises and holding the furs around him tighter.

“It’s alright….” She whispered coming closer caressing his cheek. “You’re safe.”

“Why are the gods against me? Why was it my fate?”

Amma sat closer, wanting to listen and be there for him all through this. “The gods have strange ideas sometimes. We don’t have control over it. All we can do is accept and move on.” It was the truth and she had no regret leaving Kattegat herself.

“I just...I need something to look forward to, to focus on.”

“Me.” Amma told him. “Focus on me, I’m your sign from the gods, just do that and you’ll be fine, Hvitserk. We’re in this together and I’ll help you however I can.”

“Why me? You owe me nothing.” Hvitserk just couldn’t understand.

“I know I don’t but I want to be here, that’s my choice.” Amma wanted him to see she wasn’t going anywhere, that she was there for him no matter what.

“You’re an amazing person, Amma. The gods have blessed your heart.”

His words were comforting and she smiled gently in return. Perhaps she was blessed with a good heart, but all that mattered to her was helping Hvitserk get better and onto a better path for himself. He was a warrior, a son of Ragnar, it’s the life he deserved.

That evening she skinned and gutted the rabbit and shared the meat with Hvitserk while making sure he had some water as well from the melted snow. To see him eat and drink well was a good sign for her and she was happy to see this.

“Where shall we go?” He asked innocently.

“Anywhere.” She answered through a smile. “We’ll find a place to belong.”

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Amma and Hvitserk continued to move over the coming days. They struggled but she stayed strong for them both, pushing further to find another sign from the gods to guide them through their path to wherever.

Eventually she heard what sounded like blades hitting together, shouts, a battle raging over the hills and through the trees. While keeping low they followed towards the location to see what looked like dark clothes men fighting against some more warriors and shield maidens from Kattegat led by Erik.

Suddenly one of them turned around and Amma ready her bow, but his reaction wasn’t what she expected as he stared at Hvitserk. Looking back and forth at the two she figured they knew one another.

“Ivar…” She said his name, knowing who it was with just guessing.

Amma watched from a little distance as the two had some privacy to talk. She was careful about it though. Ivar had been the cause of Hvitserk’s suffering and now they were together, talking, or at least just letting the moment settle for them, it was strange she’ll admit.

Yet next thing she knew they were on a ship heading back to Kiev. Hvitserk was sound asleep finally, looking like he was getting a proper sleep for the first time in a while.

Amma also rested in front of him before opening her eyes to see Ivar at his side, the two close and huddled together like brothers they were.

“Why do you haunt me? Why do you keep coming back?” Ivar whispered, unaware of Amma watching them. “But I’m truly happy to see you, brother. Truly happy.”

He then looked at her, sensing someone watching. They both shared the same stare, unsure to trust them or not, but his words lingered through her mind and she gave a weak smile, knowing that Ivar had missed him and was happy to be reunited with his brother again.

Perhaps this was the path the gods were trying to show her, to reunite the brothers.

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Kiev was indeed a whole new world. Much colder but it had its beauty as well. The moment they arrived Amma learned about Prince Oleg and their plans to invade The Scandinavia lands. First she was worried, but after talking to Ivar in private she also learned he was to overthrow him at the right moment. So much going on, but she didn’t argue with it.

Hvitserk was cleaned, fed and she helped braid his hair making him what he used to look like before he started to fall into a dark hole. He looked like himself again and she was proud of him that he was now clean from the mead and mushies.

She found it strange as well that when Hvitserk and her were introduced to Oleg and his wife that Ivar told them Amma was Hvitserk’s wife. Neither corrected him, thinking it was just part of his plan and went along with it. Oleg brought it but this also meant for them to share a room together.

In the room together Amma had just finished bathing and returned in a night dress to see Hvitserk shirtless and laying in bed like he was waiting for her. She’ll silently admit he was a handsome man, of course he was.

Sending him a soft smile she came around the bed and settled under the furs beside him but with a small distance between them. Both were behaving like children, too afraid to get close to one another, but it was clear that they were thinking the same thing.

“Is it strange? That Ivar called you my wife?” He asked and she cleared her throat.

“Oddly enough, no. How do you feel about it?”

“Well, the same, I’m fine.” Least she knew they thought the same about it.

They gave a soft smile at one another and fell into silence again for a moment.

“Thank you, for not giving up on me.” He now shifted closer, taking her face and turning her head to face him as his thumb caressed her cheek. “I owe you everything.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Hvitserk….” She whispers suddenly feeling lost in his eyes.

He closed the distance between them and Amma suddenly felt his warm lips against his own, sharing a tender kiss with her and making her melt against him.

It was small but one of the most tender kisses she’s ever had. Opening her eyes she looked at him, fondness pouring out through both their eyes at one another before smiling softly.

“Perhaps this is what the gods were trying to tell us.” Hvitserk said and she nodded, feeling it was true as well.

“Yeah, perhaps they were.” Leaning up she kissed him again a little more passionately making him smirk against her lips. Nothing was held back anymore between them, they understood and knew their fate now.

Their foreheads pressed together, suddenly their emotions and feelings for one another coming alive like it was buried deep and was all dug up right that moment.

The gods were funny sometimes, this was a fate Amma followed, she knew it was meant to be, and most importantly they were happy about it.

#vikings #hvitserk #amma #hvitserk x amma #hvitserk imagine #ivar the boneless #fluff #fanfiction #fandom

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nephyscorner · 4 years

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Chapter 2

A temporary solution

You woke up feeling the warm morning sun on your face. Suga was no longer by your side, but had left a note in his place.

“Good morning froggy. I woke up early to go to volleyball practice with the club. You looked so relaxed sleeping that I didn't dare to wake you up.

I left you prepared breakfast in the kitchen, you just have to heat the coffee, hope you like it.

I'd like you to come to the club at midday, I want you to meet my family

Bundle up, it's cold, you can use one of my jackets if you need it.

Bear hugs, Suga "

You couldn't help but smile when you read the letter. Suga was always very attentive to everyone he loves, although Daichi says he's especially attentive to you. You shook your head trying to push the thoughts away and you took off the shirt to put on your clothes. Then you went to the bathroom to get ready a bit and finally you went to the kitchen where breakfast was waiting for you.

Suga had placed a tray on the kitchen table with an empty mug, a plate with a couple of toast and jelly, a croissant, and an apple.

While you were heating the coffee, you discovered another note that Suga had left under the mug.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Eat well. ♥"

You smiled again when you read the letter. While you were having breakfast, you texted him.

“Thanks for everything Suga, the breakfast is delicious. See you at midday "

Obviously you didn't get a reply as he was busy training, but you wanted to let him know that you were grateful for his attention anyway.

Once you finished having breakfast, you washed the dishes (it was the least you could do after he cared so much about you), you took the apple, one of his jackets and your things.

You had plenty of time before midday, so you decided to go to the nearby park for a run. The women's volleyball team had dissolved but your body was asking you to train.

After warming up and doing some stretching, you started running around the whole park, taking advantage of a slight hill that was there to push yourself a little more.

Hours passed and it was close to midday, so you took the apple out of your bag and started walking towards the club. You checked your phone and Suga had responded with a smiling emoji.

Luckily it wasn't very far, so in no time you were arriving at the club.

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The sound of the ball hitting the ground gave you a nice sensation of electricity throughout your body.

You leaned out one of the windows and there was the entire Karasuno men's volleyball team practicing. Suga had told you that it was difficult for them all to be together, since sometimes someone had to stay at home studying for university or working. But not today, everyone was there today.

- Y / n! What are you doing here? -A familiar voice took you out of your thoughts and you turned to see.

- Hikaru !! -you jumped with joy and ran to hug your best friend- Suga invited me to come

- So you decided to stare out the window like a pervert, that's sure to work

- Hey! It's not that, but what are you doing here? -you looked at her curious-

- Daichi told me to come, he wants to introduce me to the team or something like that -he remains silent for a second thinking- what are these two up to? ... and what are you doing with Suga's jacket?

Suddenly a whistle is heard and the noise of the ball and the squeak of the shoes on the ground stopped. Instead, laughter and murmurs began to be heard

- Never mind. Come on, they must already be on their break

You just nodded and followed your friend. She knock on the door and a few moments later it opened. There was a tall, serious man, with blonde hair, tied up with a headband.

- Hello, we are Y/n and Hikaru, we came because -your friend started talking until the man interrupted her

- Ah! Hello! I'm Ukai, Karasuno's trainer, you must be the girls that Daichi and Suga invited, come in, we're at break

- Did ... did they tell you about us? -you murmured somewhat shyly and entered after your friend-

Automatically all eyes were on you. Hikaru had kept his serious expression since he left the team and you couldn't help but be uncomfortable with so many looks from strangers. The team didn't know you were coming, so they were surprised to see two girls walking through the door. Daichi and Suga quickly got up and went to your side.

- Okay -Daichi say to the whole team, Kiyoko and Ukai, Suga gives you a tender smile- they are Hikaru and y/n, the aces of the Karasuno women's volleyball club -Daichi continues but Hinata interrupts him-

- Ohhh I saw you on television !!! -The orange haired boy's eyes seem to glow with excitement - YOU BOTH ARE AMAZING! -You can't help but blush at the recognition and hide a bit behind your friend, while Hikaru responds with a slight defiant smile-

As I said -Daichi sighs- We think it is a good idea for us to meet and learn from each other. Unfortunately their team no longer exists and it is a shame that their talent is wasted

The eyes of the entire team went wide. No one knew yet that the team has disbanded. Ukai looked questioningly.

- Excuse me -Asahi raises his hand and interrupts from the back, behind him was Noya hiding- How do the team not exist anymore? That team has won many titles and awards

- That's right -Hikaru steps forward and takes the floor, you felt a bit discovered so you moved on with her- The team had its heyday in the high school years, but most left the team when they got to college. We only remain y/n and me. We tried to keep the team strong, doing more than our share, filling positions that didn't belong to us, but we still failed.

- Hikaru ... -you muttered-

- We failed, y/n, it's the truth. The girls who joined were incompetent and I got tired of wasting time - even though her words were harsh, you couldn't say anything because she was right. It was a failure.-

-I mean, you both go from a league team to being a ball boy -Tsuki scoffs, sitting against a wall. Hikaru's gaze turns defiant -

- No, they will work with us. They will teach us their techniques and strategies. It'd be good for us to learn from people who can function in different positions. Sure, as long as they accept -Daichi turns to look at you both and suddenly the whole gym turns their attention back to you-

- I'd love to help - says Hikaru-, and above all to close the mouth of the funny man - everyone laughs, you feel nervous about it and you don't say anything, Suga approaches and whispers to you-

- Keep calm, you don't have to if you don't want to. We think it's a great idea, since you don't have to give up the sport and we can learn new things. But you don't have to decide now, stay the rest of the practice to watch and then give us your answer. -you nod and give him a big smile, he always manages to make you feel comfortable, may not be a bad idea-

While Daichi goes with the team to resume practice, since the break was over, Suga takes you both along with Ukai and Kiyoko.

- I like the idea, I'm worried about boys could harm them by practicing. -Ukai looks at both analyzing you-

- That's no problem! -Suga responds with a big smile - They are very strong girls, nothing will happen to them, Daichi and I practice with them sometimes -

- It would be nice to have female colleagues. Nice to meet you, I'm Kiyoko - Kiyoko murmurs with her soft and warm voice-

Girls, I leave you in good hands, I'm going to practice -Suga goes to practice while you two stay with the coach and the manager-

You sat on the bench and talk about the team, their goals, their way of working. You tell them about your experiences, your achievements as a team, etc. while watching the boy’s practice.

The noise of the ball being hit generated electricity that ran through your bodies. You couldn't help but feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins and Kiyoko and Ukai noticed it.

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A couple of hours passed and the practice was over. Taking advantage that the entire headline team was there, they didn't want to waste time and the practice took more time than usual

Kiyoko got up quickly to give them water and you both offered to help.

After a coach-team talk, they officially ended the day's practice.

The boys immediately removed their training jerseys and headed for the showers. Daichi and Suga signal you to wait a moment before disappearing along with the others. You were very flushed at the sight and Hikaru smiles

- I could get used to that - she says with a half smile -

- Hikaru! -you scolded her for her daring-

- Y/n tell me you weren't happy to see your boyfriend shirtless

- Not!! ... I ... he's not my boyfriend -you closed your eyes tightly even more blush-

- Do you think I didn't notice you were wearing his jacket? And I think everyone noticed it too

- You will get used to it quickly, they are some noisy, and sometimes they behave like children, but they are good boys -Kiyoko approaches with a small smile-

The girls' talk became so entertaining that you didn't notice that time passed and the team was already back. Which meant you were the center of attention again.

- Come have dinner with us !!! -Tanaka is heard approaching at full speed. But Suga stops him instantly

- Sorry, they are always like this -Kiyoko apologizes somewhat sadly. You two can't help but give a little laugh

- We wanted to celebrate that we could all train together with a dinner, and we wanted to know if you both would like to join -Daichi says with one hand on his forehead, trying not to argue Tanaka. One look between you and your friend was enough to tell each other everything.

- Sure, we'd love to, -you replied with a smile.

You all were on your way to place were you going to have dinner when Suga gently takes your hand to separate you from the group

- And? Have you been thinking?

- Yes, and it scares me a little. I mean, you are all men, you're excellent at playing, what can we teach you all? I mean, yes, we have our techniques, but it doesn't compare to what you guys do - you look at the ground while letting out a sigh

- Is ... negativity what I'm hearing?

- Eeeeh no ... I ... - and before you could finish the sentence, he was giving you a tickling session - hahahaha wait, no hahaha hey, it's not fair alskjdhaja

- Listen -he stopped and his voice became soft and low, so much that it sent a chill down your spine- We already analyzed the situation with Daichi, we have been following your matches since high school, you both are very capable girls, you both had grown a lot and have achieved incredible things . Don't say again that you aren't comparable, understood? -You couldn't argue anything so you just nodded- Also, -recovering his soft and reassuring voice- this will allow you not to stop practicing and ... it will allow us ... to spend more time together -as he gently slides his hand around your waist. You couldn't help getting nervous and blushing-

Okay, I think ... I don't lose anything by accepting

Soon arrived at the dinner place. Everyone sat together at a fairly large table and laughter began to fill the place. It was a very nice time, with lots of food, jokes, and fun. You were trying to understand those words that Hinata used to express himself, but just by looking at the emotion on his face you understood everything. It was funny how Tanaka and Noya tried to flirt the waitresses, but they were rejected over and over again.

When dinner was ending, Daichi gets up and gets everyone's attention.

- Well, I think the time has come to listen to the girls' decision - and he turns to see both of you. You exchange glances for a second-

Okay - you sigh with a soft smile - We would be grateful if you all allow us to work with you

Suddenly an outburst of shouting and celebration filled the place, followed by a toast.

They were a chaotic group, yes. But suddenly it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

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Hello!! I'm back. Sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter. I had to fix some things at home. But, everything is solved and I will be able to upload often. Hope you like.

This is my first writing in English, so, constructive criticism is always welcome.

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Your People

Reader request by @isitmine

Sorry this is so late! I promise I did not forget; real life just butts in sometimes.

You sighed, taking in the vista before you and adjusting your pack. At first the views had been breathtaking, awe inspiring, totally worth the chilly nights and damp socks. Now they were just a reminder that you had yet another hill to climb, another mountaintop to summit, another arduous stretch of trail to battle through before you could stop for the night. A month ago you had thought this was the best course of action you could have taken given the circumstances. Now you weren’t so sure.

You took another deep breath, feeling the thinner mountain air whistle through your airways and began the descent into the forest again. Your keen hearing tracked every creature within a mile radius; you could scent a deer about a quarter mile away grazing with her fawn. The wolf in you licked her chops, stomach rumbling, and you made a face. In wolf form, raw meat was delicious. In human form, not so much. Rummaging in your pack, you pulled out a granola bar and continued on your way trying to make each meager mouthful last. According to your map, the next town wasn’t terribly far away. You could probably make it by nightfall. Hopefully.

Really becoming homeless and wandering through the forests of the PNW was not your original plan, but when you first shifted your father panicked and aimed his shotgun at you, triggering your own violent reflex. You hadn’t intended to put him in the hospital but it was either that or be shot to death in your own backyard. You left that same night; packing your bags and taking off before your family could condemn you to a zoo or asylum. Their beliefs were incredibly rigid and definitely could not explain what happened to you, let alone accept what you were now. So you left.

One thing you hadn’t quite expected was how lonely it was out here. You’d had a rather large group of friends back home that you’d cut off to prevent your parents from finding you, and the radio silence was killing you. You just wanted to be able to tell one person about what was going on, relieve the stress, have a partner in understanding what was happening to you. Someone who could talk to you before bed each night. Someone you could look at and shake your head over the weird growth spurts, the dizzying switch between a wolf brain and a human brain, the twigs and leaves you often found in your hair after shifting back. It would be so nice…

A snapped branch several hundred yards away brought you out of your thoughts long enough to realize that whatever it was was HUGE, a predator, and smelled… familiar? Hastily you dropped your pack and shifted, regretting not taking off your clothes before you did so. Damn it, you’d really liked that shirt!

Wolves melted out of the shadows like the first rays of sunlight through the clouds; one minute there were none, the next you were surrounded. You bared your teeth, hackles rising, your tail high and wagging ever so slightly at the tip. Your eyes darted from wolf to wolf, trying to keep track of them all before they tore you to pieces.

Hello, the largest black wolf greeted you. His size and scent indicated he was the leader of the pack. We do not mean you any harm. We did not know there were any other wolves like us in the area

Confused, you backed up, tail brushing against another wolf who snarled at you in warning.

Jake , stop it, the black wolf admonished. What is your name, and how did you get here? What brings you to our territory?

Uh, Y/N… you replied haltingly, your mental voice not as strong as his. I’m just passing through.

Why don’t you come with us? You can get something to eat and we can talk more easily, the black wolf said, not unkindly though his tone implied that refusing the offer was not a choice. My name is Sam and this is Jake, Quil, Jared and Seth.

Reluctantly you picked up your backpack in your mouth and followed the wolves, your keen nose noting the now-obvious scents of a rather large wolfpack layered over the other forest smells. You detected at least several more wolves’ scents; good lord, you’d never thought there would be even one other wolf person in the world, let alone a huge pack!

The five of you ran for about twenty minutes, emerging from the trees at the edge of a clearing housing a cozy little cabin. As a human, the hike would have taken the rest of the day and you were grateful in some small way that you had skipped that. Dropping your bag at the edge of the trees, you ducked behind the trees for a quick moment of privacy, shifting into your normal form and pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a ratty hoodie from your bag. You winced; they could use a wash but they were some of your last clothes left. It would have to do.

Sam and the rest of the boys were waiting for you to change, their copper skin glistening with rainwater and their dark hair damp. Somewhere they’d all found sweatpants or cut off jeans to pull on, though most of them remained shirtless. Sam reached out to touch your shoulder gently, his eyes the same kind, dark brown as they’d been in his wolf form. “Come along, let’s get you inside. I’m sure you’d love a hot meal,” he guided you forward, his warm fingers burning right through the thin material of your sweatshirt. The rest of the boys closed ranks around you, escorting you like a captive. Your nerves jangled as you entered the house, uncertain of what they wanted from you.

“Hey honey! You’re back early,” a sweet voice called out from the kitchen, and a second later a gorgeous woman poked her head around the wall, her silky dark hair a curtain around her perfect face. “Oh! Who’s this?” she asked, leaning her cheek into Sam’s kiss as he wrapped her in his embrace. It was clear the two held a deep affection for one another, a connection you’d chased all your life.

“Emily, this is Y/N; we scented a wolf along the northern border and found her. Another female wolf… I wish Leah was here,” Sam sighed, resting his cheek against her hair. Emily turned her face towards his with a smile, revealing a jagged violent scar. You gulped and averted your eyes quickly to avoid staring. How in the hell did she get that?? You sniffed quickly, but you only smelled the men and your own wolfishness. Emily was completely human.

“Well, come on in Y/N, let’s get some food into you and we can talk. I just put dinner on!” Emily reached out her hand and took yours, pulling you further into the house with a warm smile. “We need more girls around here,” she confessed, whispering into your ear conspiratorially. “Too many men!”

You gave her a weak smile, still nervous of the hulking escorts behind you. “Thank you,” you whispered as Emily sat you down in between her and Sam, beginning to heap a generous amount of food on your plate. The rest of the pack settled in at the table, pretending to ignore you while tracking your every move from the corner of their eyes. You didn’t detect any malice in their demeanor, only curiosity and a vague suspicion regarding your presence in their midst. Understandable, given you were a strange wolf on their land.

The men finished their first helpings in a matter of minutes, reloading their plates almost in the same breath. You took your time, savoring each bite despite the hunger that had gnawed at your stomach all day. After your first helping, Sam leaned back and looked at you expectantly. “Y/N, let’s get down to business. Let’s start with how you can turn into a wolf, and where you come from.”

You swallowed the last bite of food as if it was a lump of charcoal, staring hard at your plate. Emily chafed your hand gently under the table and gave you an encouraging smile. You gave her the tiniest slip of a smile as you took a deep breath and began your story. “I am from just north of Vancouver; I hitchhiked my way south these past couple of weeks and then headed west. My plan was to hike along the coast,” you began, dodging the main question. “I left home three weeks ago to get away from my family; they don’t quite… understand the wolf thing. They wouldn’t, even if I explained it to them,” you sighed sadly, and Emily threw a protective arm around you.

“You shifted in front of them,” one of the younger boys guessed with a sympathetic face. You thought his name was Seth? “My sister did the same, by accident of course. Our dad had a heart attack, literally.”

You winced. “Yeah… only I attacked my dad,” you confessed and Sam put his hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing. “To be fair, he was holding a shotgun and threatening to shoot me. I was an abomination in his eyes.” You smiled without humor, tears streaming down your face silently.

Emily wrapped both arms around you then, with Sam holding you both close. “Sh, it’s okay honey. You’re not an abomination, it’s not your fault,” Emily kissed your hair gently as you cried into her blouse. She smelled of tangerines and soap, an incredibly homey scent that calmed you the longer she held you.

“Y/N, you are not an abomination. You’re a shapeshifter,” Sam told you, stroking your back soothingly. “Of all people, you are extremely lucky that we found you. You’re one of us somehow, and you’ve just come home to us.”

Curious, you looked up at him through your tears. “A shapeshifter?”

Sam nodded. “There is a legend that the Quileute people were descended from wolves,” he began, relating the history of shapeshifters in their tribe and how they usually spring forth due to the presence of vampires. “Recently there was a coven of vampires in the area for several years, hence the transformation of our current pack. I suspect that there may have been a vampire nearby when you shifted, and that you perhaps have Quileute blood.”

You sat back, stunned. Your father had not shared much about your mother after she’d passed, but you remembered her long dark hair like a curtain of silk, her glowing russet cheeks, her careful traditions she held despite them being so different from what the other families in the neighborhood. The Quileute name was familiar; you were sure you’d heard her mention it when you asked about her history with a child’s curiosity. The people that sat around you now reminded you so much of her…

“I know you are one of us,” Sam reassured you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek gently. “I can smell it, and when you were in your wolf form your mind sounded familiar. You are one of us,” he repeated, the warmth in his dark eyes heating your cheeks with a blush.

“Please say you’ll stay,” Emily begged hopefully as you broke your gaze from Sam’s before your blush could give you away. “Even if it’s just for a little while. Learn how to be a wolf. Stay with us. We can’t completely undo what happened with your father, but at least you’ll be safe here with us.”

“Are you sure…?” You asked, looking around the table with a nervous hope beginning to take root in your chest. The rest of the pack nodded enthusiastically, each talking over the other to welcome you, to plan wolf lessons, to invite you to pack events, explaining pack rules…

“Please stay with us, Y/N,” Sam asked seriously, his voice low. “You belong here, with the pack. We want you to stay. Emily and I want you to stay.” Emily nodded enthusiastically at his words, her gorgeous face earnest.

“Please stay with us. We need another girl around here to even things out, and clearly you were meant to find us someday,” Emily clasped your hands in hers.

You only hesitated a moment. “I’ll stay,” you confirmed, grinning broadly for the first time in a month. Your spirits suddenly lifted, your heart light with the knowledge that you had found your pack. A family that would understand you better than your actual family ever would. Your mother’s people. Your home.

Sam and Emily were at the heart of it, tucking you in their feverish embrace, the first tendrils of affection wrapping themselves around the three of you. You had never expected to feel this way about practical strangers, but your heart knew theirs on some base, instinctive level. These were your people, and nothing could shake that conviction.

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the-jade-cross · 3 years

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Journey to Middle Earth - Chapter 10

Summary – What if JRR Tolkien never gave Thorin a love story… because the person that was meant to be Thorin’s was not yet born when he wrote the Hobbit? Sara journeys from her world to Middle Earth after an accident, with a mission. To change something about the Hobbit story… but she is not sure what. What she does not know is that while trying to prevent something from happening, something new might arise between her and the dwarf prince….even if it is not on the agenda!

Warnings – None, no explicit scenes, some kissing, violence, frightening creatures, mentions of abuse.

Pairings – Thorin Oakenshield x OC

Sara watched in wonder as the black and white ponies frolicked and pranced around in the pasture. She still couldn’t believe she was there, sitting atop the chopping block, staring at the bright green grassy hills, sprinkled with the lives of Beorn’s farm animals.

Even after all the things she had seen and done since entering Middle Earth, she was still astounded that it was real. A part of her often feared that she had dreamt it all up and she would wake up at the worst moment, only to find herself in bed with her brothers jumping on her to get up and make them breakfast.

Their favorite breakfast was jam on toast with whatever leftover cold meat in the fridge, a glass of juice and a piece of fruit. Except Ryder who chose milk over juice.

Sara wondered what it would feel like to wake up to find this all a dream. Would she feel sad? Probably. Even if this was a dream, she had made many friends in the company and it felt so real to her that if it all was just a dream, it would hurt.

She hadn’t really thought about what she would do if she woke up to a dream. A part of her felt like she would be happy to see her brothers again but at the same time, she would lose the family she had found in the company and not only that, Pierce was dead. And if the deepest, darkest dread of the possibility that Axel, Ryder and Omar did not survive was true… Sara would be alone in the world where dragons and dwarves were just stories.

The girl was brought from her thoughts by a huge shadow that appeared over her. spinning on the chopping block, she had to look way up at the tall figure of Beorn. He had his axe in one hand and three logs in his other.

Sara gulped. She could barely lift one of those boulders of wood and he was holding three in one arm!

“You are one of them,” the man growled in his deep voice. “One of the people I chased here.” Sara gulped again and hopped off the block only to feel like a hobbit next to a mountain, “Yes Mr. Beorn.” The giant tilted his head at her, “You are not a dwarf. What are you?” “Oh…. I’m a human…. I am just very short,” The girl explained.

The man studied Sara a moment, “You look strong for a human lass. I see why you haven’t died yet.” Sara smiled, relieved at the king tone in Beorn’s voice though she wasn’t sure if his words were meant to be a compliment. He reminded her of Mason. He hated other male dogs and male humans but adored females of any kind. Maybe that was just a guy thing.

“Can I help you with anything? As a thank you?” The girl inquired.

Beorn considered the objects in his arms and Sara was sure he was thinking about how each of them were almost larger than her.

“I have to chop this for indoors. If you wouldn’t mind stacking the chopping’s….” The skin changer suggested.

Sara beamed and even though Beorn did not smile at the girl’s joyful face, his face softened.

A few minutes later, Thorin slowly came to when he heard the panicked, hushed whispers of his two nephews nearby. Cracking his eyes open, he saw them peering out one of the barn’s windows, whispering to each other.

He sighed. Those two were going to be the death of him. He rolled over and reached out his arm to find Sara’s body but only groped air. He was up in an instant, realizing that the girl hadn’t rolled away but was nowhere to be found! Jumping up, he stormed over to his nephews and the two jumped when his deep voice boomed in their ears.

“Where is Sara!?”

Both boys pointed out the window and Thorin saw what they had been watching. Outside in the backyard was a giant of a man, probably two heads taller than Gandalf. He was slamming his axe into the chopping block, splitting huge logs in a single blow.

Standing next to the giant was Sara. She looked a sight with a bed head, her red hair a mess and the short curls flopping into her eyes that were shining. She was picking up every split log Beorn cut and piled them between two posts with a bunch of other chopped wood.

Standing next to the skin changer, she looked like a toddler next to her large father.

Thorin was amazed at how content and comfortable she seemed around the huge man and even when the axe struck the block, she didn’t jump.

Thorin saw Beorn’s lips move occasionally as he asked Sara questions and the girl would happily reply, a smile on her lips and a light in her eyes.

“Do you think we should go rescue her?” Kili whispered.

“She doesn’t look like she needs saving Kee,” Fili observed. “The guy seems rather intrigued by her. she is probably safer than we are.”

“Why?” the other brother inquired, “Because she is the one standing near the giant with an axe?””

Fili chuckled, “No, because she is a woman and women have a way of making men more at ease than other men. Besides, Sara’s smile could melt a mountain of ice.”

Thorin gritted his teeth at Fili’s words. He knew that Sara was nice like that to everyone but he hated it that Fili was right about Sara’s smile. He wished she only showed him her smile… he didn’t even like it when she showed it to the rest of the company because she melted their hearts and brains (in Kili’s case).

“Good, you’re up,” Gandalf said as he approached the three. “Sara has been out there for the past hour. Hopefully since she has befriended Beorn, this will be easier.”

When Gandalf old the dwarves to wait for his signal as he went out with Bilbo, Thorin knew he would have to wait to get out there to Sara. What was worse, the wizard told him to come out last. They seemed to be out there forever when Bofur finally recognized the “signal” and they started to stumble out. Thorin came out last to find Gandalf giving the company death glares, Bilbo hiding behind the wizard.

Beorn stood with his axe in his hands, glaring while Sara looked confused with an armful of wood in her arms.

Beorn glanced at Thorin before turning to Sara, “They’re your friends?”

Sara smiled and nodded and Thorin saw Kili let out a sigh of relief as if he had feared that Sara would dub them her sworn enemies.

“We need to talk,” the skin changer said to Gandalf before turning back to the girl, “Thank you for helping.”

Sara beamed and Thorin had to bite his tongue to keep from growling.

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“We will be staying here the night,” Gandalf announced. “Beorn has agreed to give us supplies and ponies for the journey to Mirkwood. Get some rest. We leave at dawn.” the dwarves all sighed and beamed with relief. Finally a chance to rest and have some fun.

“Come on lads!” Dwalin hooted. “Time to get dipping!”

Before Gandalf or Thorin could object, the whole company including the hobbit had darted out the back door for the little river out back. Gandalf glanced over at Sara who was sitting on the top rung of one of the stalls, petting the head of the furry cow who resided there.

“Are you not going to join them?” the wizard asked with a smile, knowing full well why the girl hadn’t moved.

Sara glared, “Considering that my undershirt got ripped to be used as bandages for my side and my jacket happens to take hours to dry, I will not be joining. I cannot possibly be a man who is inclined to walk around shirtless.”

Gandalf chuckled, not filing to notice that Thorin stood in the corner in the shadows listening in, a blush on his face from what Sara had just said. Just then, Beorn emerged from one of the back rooms with a small bundle in one hand. he held it out to Sara who took it confused.

“It is the smallest shirt I’ve got… thought it may still be large on you…” the skin changer explained.

Sara smiled and took the clothes form him, “Thank you Beorn.”

The large man walked off silently but with a soft look in his dark eyes. Sara hopped from the gate and skipped out of the house. She saw that the company were further upstream so she headed downstream to where no one could see her.

Stripping her clothes away, she laid them in the water, placing a rock on them so they wouldn’t flow away but under the water so the water would soften the crusty blood and mud caked clothes.

Feeling exposed, she submerged herself under the water. Luckily, she had ended with an extra pair of underwear when she entered middle earth and the people of Rohan had equipped her with a few pairs so she changed into a clean pair of underwear and a new bra. When she emerged from the water, the water around her was a reddish brown so she climbed out. Realizing that she didn’t have anything to dry herself with other than the clean shirt Beorn had given her, she shook herself off in an attempt to dry. She was just reaching down to grab her now clean but soaking wet clothes when she heard someone clear their throat behind her.

Spinning around, she felt her face go red when she saw Thorin standing about twenty feet away from her, one hand on the tree next to him as he watched her with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Thorin!” the girl squeaked, grabbing the oversized shirt and hugging it to her chest in an attempt to cover herself, turning her back to him. “What are you doing?”

“I came to check on you,” Thorin replied, his voice closer now meaning that he was approaching her.

Sara tried to get her shirt on but couldn’t tell the difference between the sleeve and the head holes since they were so large and found herself stuck. Finally, Thorin gripped the shirt and helped her pull it on. the shirt was very baggy and fell to her mid thighs, the sleeves looking long on her even though they were short. The shoulders of the shirt were wide and left one of her shoulders bare. When Thorin didn’t move his hands from where they rested on her shoulders, Sara was about to say something but froze when Thorin leant forward.

He pressed his chest snug against her back, trailing one hand down to her waist. The other he reached up and pushed her wet curls to the side, exposing her neck to him. Sara shivered when his hot breath touched her neck and his hand gripped her bare hip through the shirt.

“Thorin,” she said, surprised when her voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

Thorin buried his nose against the back of her ear, pressing a kiss there. “Hm?” he whispered back.

Sara gasped when Thorin’s hand crept beneath the hem of the shirt, brushing his hand over her smooth skin.

“You were thinking of home weren’t you?” Thorin whispered against her skin as he ran his lip over the rim of her ear. “This morning….”

“How did you know?” Sara whispered, her breathing becoming uneven as Thorin’s warm hands caressed her bare skin.

Thorin buried his nose in her curls and inhaled her scent, “The way you spoke and acted since we got here… like you were seeing a ghost.”

IN other circumstances, She would have thought about how Thorin was practically a ghost to her since in the movie he was dead. However, she could barely think straight. All she could comprehend was the loud pounding of her heart against her chest… the feeling of Thorin’s taut muscles against her shoulder blades.

“Being here… in such a peaceful place reminds me of home. I was just thinking about what I would feel if… if this all turned out to be a dream and I woke up to find you all gone…” Thorin’s hands stilled and Sara realized that he was holding his breath. Dreading what she would say.

“What would you feel?” he whispered.

Sara sighed, “I would feel conflicted. I honestly do not know if my brothers would be alive… if they were I would be happy but if they were dead… I would be hurt… even if they were alive I would feel hurt because I left this place and all of you behind… I do not know if I would be able to move on… even if you were okay with my leaving…”

Thorin’s grip on her waist tightened and he spun her around to face him. Sara realized that because she had turned around so quickly when he had appeared, she hadn’t noticed that he had shed all his clothes except his boots, pants and white shirt. His hair was slightly damp, having just come from swimming with the others.

Grabbing one of her hands, Thorin lifted it and placed her palm over his heart. Sara’s mouth parted at the feeling of his pounding heart.

“Does this sound like I want you to leave? That I wouldn’t dread every day that you were not in?”

Sara let her hand trail across his chest till it came to rest against the parting of his collar before slipping beneath the material to touch the roughness of his skin. Thorin’s breathing caught in his throat as Sara’s cool fingers stroked the skin of his chest, wishing that the whole shirt would just disappear…. Not to mention the shirt keeping Sara as covered as possible.

“And what would you feel if I stayed?” she whispered, standing on tiptoe to press her front against his chest before brushing her lips across the skin of his collar bone in a teasing manner like he had done to her.

Thorin seemed to snap when her plush lips touched his neck. Reaching down, he grabbed her neck and pulling her closer, he crushed his damp lips on hers. Sara felt her legs buckle at the urgency of the kiss, holding onto his forearms to keep from falling over.

Thorin’s hands gripped at the material of the shirt she wore, pulling it up slowly to reveal her navy blue boxer shorts and a strip of her stomach before they parted, panting and their pupils blown.

“I wouldn’t let you go,” Thorin whispered. “And if we don’t stop, I might do something I shouldn’t… yet.”

Sara pulled away not before pressing a chaste kiss to his swollen lips. A the two began to pull their clothes on, Sara realized what Thorin had said: I might do something I shouldn’t… yet.

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Sara was so distracted the next morning by thoughts of the day before that she could barely register what was happening as the company packed up and made to leave. The whole company sensed her distracted state but only two people knew the origin of her behavior and those two people were Thorin and Gandalf. Thorin had not expected Sara to realize the core meaning of his words he had so carefully chosen at the riverbed in the hopes of eliciting a reaction from the girl that would, whatever her reaction was would give the dwarf some sort of hint as to what her reaction would be if he had stated the deepest secret hopes of his heart more plainly.

However, her reaction puzzled him and he did not know what to make of how she was behaving. Gandalf however did not know what Thorin had said but after perceiving how Sara acted in her alone time and around Thorin, he was able to deduce what the gist of the conversation had been about. The way Sara looked at Thorin in wonder and puzzlement when he wasn’t looking indicated that whatever Thorin had said had awoken a confusion in the girl. And when Sara’s eyes widened, her cheeks heated up and how she quickly averted her eyes the moment Thorin met her gaze told Gandalf that the words of the dwarf prince had flustered the usually calm girl. When Sara was alone was the time the wizard saw what Thorin did not. The spark of hope shining in the girl’s eyes, clouded by worry and concern in the way her brows furrowed.

Of course, since only Gandalf seemed to understand the situation, the rest of the company saw it fit to keep a watchful eye on the red head, not just because of her behavior but rather because of the fact that when Oin asked Sara to fetch some water, the girl had absent mindedly walked towards the pastures, in the opposite direction of the stream, too distracted by her thoughts to realize where she was going. Fili and Kili were following the girl like double shadows in such a way that whenever Sara turned to the left or the right, she head butted one of them.

Thorin was perched atop his pony, waiting for the others to mount and for Gandalf to finish speaking to Beorn. He saw his two nephews trying to help Sara get her things loaded onto her pony and Thorin knew that they would bicker over who she rode with since Beorn was short one pony. In that case, Thorin urged his pony over to the three and nudged the two boys away with his boot before reaching down to Sara. The girl looked up at him and her eyes widened.

She was about to look away when Thorin grabbed her wrist. “if you don’t climb on, I’ll throw you over my saddle,” he threatened.

Sara did not know that his threat was just teasing playfulness because from the hand motions Fili and Kili were giving her, she deduced that the threat was fatal.

The girl took his hand and Thorin lifted her onto the horse in front of him, much to Sara’s embarrassment.

“Gandalf,” Thorin called. “Time is wasting.”

As they trotted off across the pure green countryside, Thorin sensed Sara’s tense state. He had both hands on the reins, Sara’s hands gripping the pony’s mane.

Pretending to not do it on purpose, Thorin bunched the reins in one hand while he slid his free hand along Sara’s pant leg that clung perfectly to her legs now that her pants were clean.

Sara shivered under his touch and Thorin smirked when she instinctively leant back against his chest. Keeping his eyes on the company ahead, he rested his chin on her shoulder. He was glad that the only ones behind him who could possibly see what he was doing were Balin and Dwalin who knew better than to comment on Thorin’s behavior especially around Sara.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he whispered, brushing the tips of his fingers against the inside of her wrists.

Sara’s heartbeat increased and she bit her lip to keep from making an inhuman noise. This movement didn’t go unnoticed by Thorin who gritted his teeth.

“You better answer or I am going to turn you around and kiss you senseless,” he growled in her ear, trying to not look at where her teeth dug into the pink flesh of her bottom lip.

Sara blushed and letting go of her lip, she spoke, “I didn’t know what to make of what you said yesterday…” “Which part?” Thorin whispered against her skin, planting a kiss on the bare skin by her shoulder.

“The part… where you said you might do something you shouldn’t…” Sara whispered.

Thorin hummed, indicating that he was listening, “And?” he asked, kissing her neck.

“What did you mean by ‘yet’?” Sara finally asked.

Thorin stilled before breathing against her ear, “I meant that I am sorely tempted to show everyone and everything that I love you. But to do it now would be immoral.”

“Then… what is the difference between the now and later?” Sara asked.

“The difference,” Thorin whispered in a growl, “is that in the near later something might occur that makes it not immoral.”

Sara stilled, her thoughts earlier having been confirmed by those words, “You mean…” “Exactly,” Thorin whispered, kissing her neck again. “The only thing stopping me is the fact that we are being hunted by Azog as of the present and the fact that I do not know how I would be received by the other party.”

Sara tried to stop the huge grin that appeared on her face but to no avail. He might as well have just asked her to marry him.

“Well…” Sara said with a smile in her voice. “What are you going to do to keep all the other males away from the other party until the opportune moment and your courage arises?”

Sara felt Thorin stiffen behind her in surprise and she smirked. She felt him brush her hair from her neck before locking his lips on her soft flesh beneath her ear and sucked. Sara gasped and had to cover her mouth to keep from moaning as Thorin left a mark on her neck right where her hair could cover it. Sara shivered before touching his thigh that was pressed against her leg. Thorin buried his face in her shoulder to muffle his growl.

“Well then, we better hope the girls stay away… because I do not really like to share.” Thorin’s grip on her thigh tightened and the rest of the company swore they heard Thorin growl a string of curses in Kuzdul but when they looked at him to see his eyes darkened and Sara’s face alight, they thought it better to not ask.

*******

The air around the company felt stiff and heavy as if the usually weightless air had overeaten and had gained weight. Thorin lifted Sara down from her pony and set about unsaddling the pony.

Sara stared up at the tall looming trees. She spied Gandalf looking at the statue of Galadriel. Sara knew what lingered ahead in the forest. Why did spiders have to be at the top of her most dreaded fears? Right up there next to snakes?

Suddenly Gandalf strode back towards the ponies, “not my horse! I need it!”

“You’re not leaving us,” Bilbo said in more of a question than a statement.

“I wouldn’t unless I had to,” the wizard assured the little hobbit.

Sara frowned. The wizard was off to look for the tombs in the mountains of the nine wraiths. He would end up at Dol Goldur where… oh gosh!

“Gandalf!” Sara cried, rushing over to him without even thinking.

The tall wizard looked down at the girl who whispered something only Gandalf could hear. When she pulled away, the wizard smiled knowingly at her before mounting his horse.

“No matter what happens, stay on the path. Don’t leave it. if you do, you’ll never find it again. I’ll meet you on the overlook. Do not enter the mountain without me.”

Sara frowned. Was the line the other way around?

“No matter what may come, stay on the path!” The wizard hollered as he rode off.

As the man rode away, Sara felt someone touch her shoulder and turned to see Balin standing there.

“What did you tell him lass?” he asked.

Sara shook her head, “Something I probably shouldn’t have. I might have just altered history.”

**************

Everything was hazy as Sara came to. The first thing she thought was how she ended up there. the last thing she remembered was Thorin telling everyone to keep walking…moving where? All she remembered was trees… and no path… Path! Oh no, they lost the path! But hat meant…

Sara sat upright, only to realize that her vision wasn’t hazy but blocked by the filmy substance wrapped all over her body!

“Oh gross!” she groaned, peeling the webbing from her body.

It would take hours and water to clean all the webbing from her hair. It literally felt like every time they cleaned up; they were dirty the next day!

“Where’s Sara!?” a voice called, sounding like Thorin.

“I’m here!” Sara called out, only to have someone grab her hand and pull her to her feet.

“I’ve got her!” Fili called over to his uncle, keeping his hand on Sara’s elbow to support her.

“More are coming,” the girl panted, still lightheaded from the fumes of the forest and from having been hung upside down by the spiders.

Fili patted her cheeks to wake her and it worked until a thought dawned on her and her eyes widened.

“Kili!” she gasped.

Fili looked around immediately for his brother until he saw his dark-haired brother off in the distance fighting off a giant spider… unarmed!

Fili’s hand had barely released Sara’s arm when another hand grabbed her hand, and everything changed. It looked like everything had become gray and foggy and there was a buzzing sound all around Sara. She wondered why this seemed familiar until it dawned on her.

Looking at who was holding her hand, she saw Bilbo staring at her just as surprised as she was.

“How is this happening!?” she whispered to the hobbit.

Bilbo shook his head and whispered back, “Whenever I touch someone when wearing it, nothing happens… it must be because you are from another world… I wonder… are you invisible right now too?”

Sara looked around and saw the fuzzy figure of Fili running toward them but looked everwhere but at Sara and Bilbo.

“Sara!” the blond dwarf cried. “Where are you!?”

Sara looked at Bilbo and nodded, confirming their suspicions. When Bilbo touched Sara, she went invisible too. Sara was about to let go of the hobbit when she spied the white figures of elves surround the company and begin to empty their pockets.

“What do we do?” Bilbo whispered.

“Wait till the elves take them away and we follow,” Sara whispered back. Carefully, the two walked towards the dwarves and elves and Sara saw Legolas questioning Thorin. THE LEGOLAS! She was actually looking at the real deal!

Sara heard the elf yell something in elvish and the dwarves were pushed off. Sara saw Bofur say something to Thorin which made the dwarf look around in concern and she knew he was looking for her and Bilbo. The hobbit squeezed her hand and Sara nodded.

“Time to go.”

Sneaking after the company and into the Woodland kingdom was not as hard as Sara thought, except for the part of not making too much noise. Luckily, elves didn’t leave thingsaround that one could trip on which made this feat much easier.

When the dwarves were dragged off into their prison cells, Sara knew that in a few moments, Thorin would be taken to meet Thranduil before the Keeper of the Keys would venture to the cellar.

In that case, when the elves locked Thorin up, Sara waited for Legolas and the other elves to leave to inform the king about the guests before approaching the dwarves’ cells. Sara nodded to Bilbo who released her hand and the girl rounded the corner to reveal herself to the imprisoned company.

“Sara!” some of the dwarves whisper yelled.

“You’re here!”

“How did you not get caught?” Balin asked.

Sara smiled as she approached Thorin’s cell to find the dwarf prince rushing to the bars to look at her in surprise.

“I have my ways. Bilbo and I are going to find the keys and get you out so sit tight,” she explained.

Thorin reached through the bars of his cell when she approached and touched the girl’s cheek with his rough calloused thumb.

“I am sorry these things keep happening,” he muttered to her.

Sara smiled and shook her head, “You cannot control what happens Thorin. I doubt even I can.” Thorin bowed his head, ashamed of the state Sara found him in. Reaching through the bars, the girl grasped Thorin’s jaw in her hands and lifted his head to look at her with those pericing blue eyes.

“You want to know how I fell for you so quickly?” she asked. “So easily even though you are the most stubborn and big headed dwarf in the world?”

She was well aware that the whole company was listening in rapt attention to whatever she was saying but she really didn’t care.

“Back home, whenever I heard your story, all these things happened but no matter what, you kept going. You kept fighting and kept leading your kin no matter the obstacles or embarrassments. That is how I grew to love you. Not for your downs but how you always rose up again.”

The company all softly agreed to the girl’s words but Sara was watching a soft smile growing on Thorin’s lips and how his eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“Mahal, I love you,” he muttered.

Sara smirked before leaving her face against the cold bars and planting a soft kiss on his lips before stepping back. Releasing his hands, she stepped back toward the darkened corridor where she could hear Bilbo’s breathing where he waited for her.

“Whatever you do Thorin, try to not curse in Kuzdul too much when you see Thranduil.”

With that, she sank into the shadows and allowed Bilbo to grab her hand, completely missing the chuckles from the company and the surprised expression on Thorin’s face.

*****

Sara clung to Bilbo’s hand as if her life depended on it. Basically it did because if she let go, she would become visible and at present, she and Bilbo were down below in the cellar surrounded by elves. The only thing standing between them and being discovered was a pile of barrels and the ring’s power.

Sara had to admit that she hated the idea of using the ring and had almost suggested to Bilbo about not using it but then she remembered that Bilbo’s actions played a part in what would happen in sixty years during the Lord of the Rings.

If Bilbo didn’t use the ring like he did in the book and movies, Sauron wouldn’t have the power he did in the Lord of the Rings, meaning that it might alter what and when things happen in the quest of the ring, possibly saving some people but it might also result in Sauron winning. Sara wasn’t willing to risk that.

“How do we get the keys without them realizing?” Bilbo asked Sara in a hushed whisper.

“Wait a moment. They’re almost drop drunk. Then we can snatch them,” Sar whispered back. “Then we need to find a way to escape through the gate.” Bilbo whispered.

Sara frowned. What about the barrels? Then it dawned on her: her presence there changed things.

“What about using the barrels?” She asked. “They’ll float downriver and through an ungarded gate.”

Realization dawned on the Hobbit and his eyes widened. He practically had all the answers right next to him.

“Is that how we escape in the story?” he asked, curiously.

Sara nodded, “Though I am starting to wonder if it matters anymore.”

After waiting for another ten minutes, the elves were snoring in a drunk stupor and Sara released Bilbo’s hand to walk over and grab the keys.

“We must hurry,” she whispered when she wrapped her fingers around them. “We need to get them out before Tauriel notices they’re missing.” Bilbo grabbed her hand, bringing her back to the world of invisible but didn’t bother to ask who Tauriel was. He figured she was someone he would soon meet.

As the two silently treaded back up to the dungeons, Sara felt a strange sense of concern wash over her. Technically she was experiencing the vents of the second movie of the Hobbit. They were almost to Erabor….just a week or so… how was she going to accomplish the one thing she came here to do? And that was save the sons of Durin. When they reach the mountain, Sara could try to make a plan or set a trap in the three designated areas of future death… but what if she couldn’t? She only had five bullets left in her pistol. For all she knew, the bullets might not kill an orc like Azog or Bolg! Heck, bullets didn’t always kill humans but Azog managed to live with an amputated arm without any hitches. She didn’t have extra gunpowder so she couldn’t blow them up even if that idea had occurred to her.

Sara stopped her worried thinking when Bilbo released her hand and everything flooded into focus.

“I’ll wager the sun is on the rise. Must be nearly dawn!” Bofur whined from his cell ahead.

“Not stuck in here you’re not,” Bilbo announced softly, poking his head around the corner and the dwarves leapt to their feet.

“BILBO!” Balin cried happily.

“Sh!” Sara scolded as she took half the keys from Bilbo and began to unlock the other doors. “There are guards nearby!”

Sara managed to release Fili, Kili and Balin before she came upon Thorin’s cell to find him holding the bars in both hands and staring down at her petite form with icy blue orbs.

Sara felt herself blush beneath his fierce gaze as she fumbled with the keys and managed to unlock the door. She had barely pulled the keys from the hole when Thorin blew the door open and grabbed her around the shoulders, holding her to his chest so hard she feared her ribs would pop.

“Sometimes I wish the company was not always within hearing and seeing distance,” He grumbled in her ear, his deep voice reminding Sara greatly of Geralt of Rivia from the Witcher especially in how his chest rumbled in his rough tone.

Sara chuckled, aware that there were several dwarves watching them.

“Do not wish for things so lightly Thorin,” She whispered into his chest.

Thorin pulled away and looked at the girl with a smoldering look that sent a chill down Sara’s spine.

“What makes you think that I don’t want to be utterly alone ith you without the constant eavesdropping and stares?”

Sara felt her mouth go dry and heard Fili and Kili snickering behind them.

“I am almost inclined to agree with you,” Sara whispered in his ear, a smirk on her face.

Sara felt his body tense when her lips brushed his beard before hovering over his lips without touching.

“Sara, we need to get going.” Bilbo whisper yelled.

“Coming,” Sara whisper yelled back, pulling away from Thorin just when they were about to kiss, their lips not even touching. Sara scurried over to where the hobbit stood, leaving a flustered Thorin behind.

“Easy Thorin,” Dwalin chuckled as they followed Sara and Bilbo down the stairs. “You look about ready to kill someone.”

Thorin grumbled under his breath but Dwalin heard it, “I’ll kill the hobbit if he interrupts us like that again.”

**************

When they tiptoed down into the cellar, Sara snuck ahead to check to see that the elves were still asleep while Bilbo tried to assure the company that coming to the cellars was part of the plan.

“Into the barrels,” Bilbo whispered.

“Are you bonkers?” Kili hissed. “They will find us!”

“No, they won’t!” Bilbo assured the dwarf but when he didn’t move to say anything else, Sara spoke up.

“Just get in the bloody barrels!” She whisper-yelled.

When the dwarves began to mutter amongst themselves about the possible outcomes of listening to Sara and Bilbo, both girl and hobbit turned to Thorin for guidance. He was watching the whole exchange and his eyes landed on Sara’s meaningful gaze before he snapped his eyes in the direction of the company.

“Do it.”

As the dwarves began to scramble into the barrels, Sara bit down on her lip. She was not in favor of climbing in one of the barrels and being jostled around but if she stayed behind with Bilbo, she would have to jump in the water and then find a barrel.

Scanning the stack of barrels, she noticed that there were two spares. Good. One for her and one for Bilbo. She scurried over to where Bilbo stood when all the dwarves suddenly poked their heads out of the barrels.

“What do we do now?” Bofur inquired.

Sara smirked but tried to hide it behind Bilbo’s back.

“Hold your breath,” the hobbit suggested before grabbing the lever and pulling it.

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dxmagedrose · 4 years

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER!

Tagged by: my lover @hammurabicomplex I’m tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to pick this one up! share with the class if you feel like it! tag me in it!!

PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it.

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now! [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore. even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye. i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way.

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all.

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER. F L Y P A P E R. FLYPAPER. FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street. roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani. I am but a simple opossum.

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’) It’s the most grounding smell in the world.

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I—— I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!! take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT… the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

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thorscock-y · 6 years

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First time: A Derek Hale imagine

Request: Can you do an imagine where Derek takes your first time but you guys aren’t together, he just wants to take it away? And also can you use my name?

Warning: Smut, Oral, female receiving, NSFW 18+, Dominant Derek

A/N: Derek is such a dad, omg I rewrote this in so many ways but finally decided on one of my least favorite ideas lol. Anyway this goes for Rose, hope you like!

“Are you sure it’s no trouble?” I asked for maybe, the tenth time since I’ve sat down in his car. Derek’s kind offer had me feeling exultant but at the same time this small part in the back of my mind,felt antsy. Scott and the pack had to take off, due to some confidential case that wasn’t up for discussion. Well not up for discussion for me of course. For everyone else it seemed like an option. For me, nothing is up for debate. Being Scott’s little sister had it’s redeeming qualities. Sort of.......

“Rose, it’s fine. Seriously, you can stop asking.” His tone was stone cold, making me want to shrink into the leather seat. I wasn’t surprised. Derek was usually very sullen, especially with me. That’s why I was so surprised that he said yes into taking care of me. Maybe that’s why I’m so nervous right now. Of course it is, dummy! He’s never taken an interest in you whatsoever so why now? I pushed away the thought and looked out the window trying to evaporate my subconscious.

Derek’s car was warm, the leather seats were the only thing that had the back of my thighs gelid. To warm myself up I tried to get some friction going by rubbing my thighs together. My results were inconclusive.

“Cold?” Derek’s voice seemed to soften from his last choice of words. That was unexpected. I’m so shocked by this new tone, that I don’t respond right away. When it’s quiet for more then thirty seconds, I speak.

“Uh,” My voice is shallow, so I clear my throat and speak up. “Uh, yeah. Just a little.”

He stops the car. I get this uneasy feeling but then look up to see we’re just at a red light. Take it easy, girl! He takes off his seat belt. I watch him with curious eyes. He looks over at me, before taking off his black leather jacket. My mind just wrapped around the concept that everything of his is black. His hair, his clothes, his car, his jacket, his personality, shall I go on? Oh come on admit it, you like that about him. No, I don’t. Stop it.

I go back to watching him. He hands his jacket to me.I take it, then hold it in my lap. Should I put it on? I mean it would look odd if I wrapped it around my freezing thighs. I suddenly despise my body for reacting to this freezing passenger seat. Nevertheless, I put the jacket on my arms.

“Er, thanks.” I mutter.

The smell of his cologne pervades my nostrils. I inhale his scent silently. It smells heavenly. Holy fuck. Mmm. No, no, I can’t want him like this. Why am I all of a sudden thinking of him in this way? He had this effect on me, and I had only been about five minutes alone with him. What the hell? Ugh.

I won’t lie there is always been this nasty thought in the back of my mind about Derek but tonight was not the night to act upon it.

Soon enough we arrive to his place. It’s dark outside, the moon is a crescent. While getting out of the car, I look up at it hoping Scott and the rest are okay. With all the danger going on in beacon hills, I all of a sudden realized why they had wanted Derek to watch over me. I hope my mother is safe as well. Even though the hospital is a danger to magnet, all I can do is wish for the best.

We walk inside his loft. It’s warm in here as well, and it’s filled with his smell. I’m going to have to get used to his masculine aroma if I’m going to stay here for tonight. But there is something I do know. This smell is something I’ll never be able to get rid of. It’s so..........balmy.

“Let me show you to where you’ll be sleeping.” He says, not looking at me. Was he as uncomfortable as I was? Or was that him just being his usual malignant self? His cold shoulder actions didn’t distract me from being mousy.

My legs were shaking as I followed him. We stopped at this door. He opened it and in he went. I went inside behind him to get a look of my chamber tonight. It was an average sized room with a small bed with white sheets. It was very neat. The room was barren though, proving no one has previously been in it. Or if they have they left it immensely tidy.

“Cozy,” I said, my voice timid. I walked over to the bed and set my bag down. “Is this a guest room?” Of course it’s a guest room. What a dumb question. I just didn’t know what to say.

He looked around the room and shrugged. “Uh yeah, I guess. Let me show you where the bathroom is.”

The bathroom where he showers. Hmm. I lick my dry lips and follow him. He shows me where the bathroom is. In there, is an assortment of men soaps, cologne, and whatnot. I tried to ignore how bad this had an effect on me. My lady parts were jumping up in exhilaration , while clapping. No, no, this is not what the purpose of me sleeping here is about.

What was he doing to me?

“Sorry, I don’t have anything other than my soaps to clean with. It wont be hell to smell like me will it?”

He didn’t allow me to answer as he walked around me. I bit my lip. I would love to smell like Derek Hale. Thinking about his intoxicating scent surrounding me had my mind wanting to go into an erotic daydream.

I looked at all the soaps that read "The Belveder Men’s Soap” I imagined Derek walking down the aisles at the store while buying suds. I giggled at the image for no apparent reason then walked out of the bathroom.

Derek was in the kitchen, at the island looking down at something. I felt awkward and out of place in his home.

“I’m just going to take a shower.” I said.

He glanced up at me with quick eyes then looked back down at whatever he was looking at. Okay then. It was evident he didn’t care. I walked into the guest room then got naked, trying to ignore the tinging down on my little friend. I set out my bed clothes I had brought which was only a big t-shirt. I always went to bed naked but I thought it would be more appropriate to at least put some clothes on because I wouldn't be in my own bed. I would be under the same roof with a man whom I barely knew. A man who barely said a word to me at pack meetings, or barely said a word to me anywhere.

When I get in the shower, it’s warm and soothing. I try not to get my hair wet, knowing I don’t have a dryer to dry my hair with. I grab the container of soap that was sitting on the ledge. It was halfway empty. I squirted some on my hand then rubbed it all over my body. I do a deep clean and I think I take too much than I needed. Oops. Yes, that was definitely an ‘accident’. I hope Derek won’t notice and get too mad.

I hop out of the shower. It’s steamy, and hot. I didn’t have a towel to dry myself with. On the rack was a towel but I knew it was his. It would be impolite of me to just use it without his permission. I didn’t want to ask though. I was to embarrassed and shy. I opened the door and peaked out to see no sign of him. I could dash across the hallway and make it without him seeing me.

I steel myself and go along with my plan. When I’m in the guest room, I smile in my triumph, but also feel a rush. My heart is beating. The thought of him almost seeing me naked had me feeling naughty.

I put on my panties along with my over sized t-shirt then crawl into the bed. It’s not as comfortable as my own bed but I could make due for now. The bed didn’t smell like him. I frowned at this. I smelled my arm so I could smell him. Wasn’t his jacket still in here? He forgot to take it back.

I sat up in the bed. In the dark, I couldn’t really see a thing so I stood up and turned on the light. It was lying on the edge of the bed. I picked it up then walke out of the room. I didn’t know where Derek’s room was. I walked down the short hallway to the last door to the left. It was the only other room besides the bathroom so this had to be it.

I knocked three knocks then backed up from the door. That anxious feeling came back, and all of a sudden I was kind of scared to see him again. Would he be annoyed that I was coming to his room? He was most likely tired, and I felt like he didn’t even want me here. Yes, he offered to watch me and protect me, yet I felt like a burden.

He yanked open the door with an exasperated look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed. He looked upset but then again he looked so.........hot. Fuck. He was shirtless, with only some shorts. They were below his waistband.

“Um, I, your,” Crap, I’m stuttering. “Here’s your jacket, I forgot to give it back. Thanks by the way.” I hand it to him.

I’m fighting not to look down at his amazing pack. Mmm.

He takes the jacket away from me with an enigmatic look.

“Get some sleep Rose.” He says in such a demanding voice.

“I’m not tired.” I reply lowly but honestly. “I can’t sleep.”

“Try to sleep.”

I don’t want to sleep. But I follow his command.

“Okay, goodnight Derek.”

I walk away before he says anything.

2 hours later.

My eyes just didn’t want to do their job and close and not open for another eight hours. They actually wanted to do the complete opposite. I was worried about my mother and my brother. They were both out risking their lives for the protection of the town.

I felt useless and down. You never see me getting up and helping but that’s because I’m human and weak. Trust me, I wanted to turn. I wanted to be of some help. Scott wouldn’t allow it. At all costs, I was always protected. Like a damsel in distress. It was annoying, though I knew Scott cared for me. That’s why I loved him so much. And the rest of my friends. Gosh, I hope they make it through this trip.

I didn’t want to worry about this right now. I wanted to sleep this off then wake up in the morning to find out that they are alive and well.

I got out of bed then walked out of the bedroom. I wonder if Derek has any milk. Milk is my go to drink for when I can’t sleep. Milk and ice cream that is. Nothing couldn’t be fixed without some ice cream, and a romance movie with a happy ending. That’s how my lonely nights usually ended.

It was ill-mannered of me to just go rummaging through his refrigerator but he was probably sleeping by now. He seemed tired and in plus this was for a good cause. I couldn’t sleep.

Sadly, his refrigerator didn’t contain ice cream but it did have milk. I poured myself a glass of milk then leaned against the counter while taking sips. The milk tasted sweet and creamy. Oh it was strawberry milk. I guess I didn’t care enough to read the label. Oh well, milk is milk. It tasted divine to me, either way.

“Go on, help yourself.” I whipped around to see Derek standing there with his hands on his hips. The moonlight from the balcony is shining on him. He startled me and my heart is beating very fast, my hands are shaky. “It’s not like you should have to ask.”

I all of a sudden feel like the worst guest ever.

“Sorry, you’re right I should’ve asked. That’s horrible on my part.” Derek was only in some black Calvin Klein boxers. Holy fuck. My vagina has a heartbeat now.

“I thought I told you to sleep, hmm.” He slowly walks over to me.

My blood is hot, I’m nervous. What is he doing?

“I wasn’t tired, I should've went to bed. “ My voice is apologizing, though I don’t know why I feel the need to apologize.

He takes the cup out of my hand then sets it on the counter. His body is so close to mine. He’s taller than me though. The very top of my head reaches his chin so lips are at his chest. I gulp and look up at him in the dark. My heart is palpitating.

“Let me make you tired,” He puts his hands so he’s cradling my cheeks. A current of electricity runs through me and my body jolts. He’s touching me. Derek Hale is touching me. All my strict yelling at myself that this is not what was going to happen tonight is happening. Oh my gosh. “Hmm?”

I don’t know what to say, I’m at lost for words. He leans down and I feel the pressure of his lips against mine. I haven’t been kissed in so long that I am suddenly shy. I do not know how to kiss.

His lips are demanding, but slow. The muscles inside of me clench and I can feel myself getting excited everywhere.

He pulls away.

“Do you not want to kiss me?” I can tell he’s confused.

“I do it’s just that,” I’m so embarrassed to admit this but I don’t want him to think that I don’t want him. “I don’t know how to kiss.”

I look down, avoiding his eyes. My cheeks are flaming hot, I know they’re red. It’s a good thing it’s dark. He pulls me up by my chin so I’m forced to look at him.

“It’s okay baby, just move your lips with mine.” His words are comforting but I’m still nervous as ever. His lips are back on top of mine and somewhere inside of me I’m bold enough to kiss back. He’s delighted at this action and I’m turned on to know that it’s me that’s delighting him.

I want to touch him. I move my hands to his biceps to feel that they hard. He’s very muscular. I wonder what else is hard. I’m eager to find out. He pulls away from me, but this time my bottom lip his between his teeth. It’s so hot. Everything in this moment is hot.

His lips explore my neck. I’ve never been kissed on the neck. It feels amazing. A soft moan escapes my mouth. I put one hand into his hair while the other his on his shoulder.

I feel his hand under my shirt, and the shyness creeps up on me but it’s not enough for me to deny the great pleasure he’s bringing me. I don’t want to stop him. His fingers brush lightly against the area under my breasts then he leads a trail of fire all the way down to the base of my panties. I’m scared. My heart is beating rapidly.

No, don’t you dare stop it now, don’t you dare ruin this experience!

He kissed the corner of my mouth, then backed up to pull my shirt over my head. I let him. I was immediately conscious. No guy had ever seen my boobs. No guy has even got this far with me. Derek stayed backed up, he seemed to be examining me.His eyes, going over each hardened nipple, then down to my vagina. He probably thought I wasn’t pretty enough. Great.

“It’s such a privilege to even look at you.” he muttered. What did he just say? A privilege? To look at me? I was certain he was messing with me. But with how serious and sincere his words sounded, he couldn’t be joking. “Let alone even touch you.”

His hands found their to my waist and pulled me to him with such force. We kissed for a little bit before I felt his hands behind the back of my thighs. He lifted me up with no problem. I wrapped my hands around his neck, continuing to kiss him. If someone told me that I would be kissing Derek Hale someday I wouldn’t believe them.

He’s walking somewhere, I don’t care to look. His lips feel to good on mine for me to break away. We were in his room when he set me down on the bed. Should I lay down? I didn’t know what to do. My skin is burning and I’m flushed.

I’m at the edge of the bed, with my short legs dangling over the mattress. He kisses my jaw, my neck, and then above my breast. Each kiss has my body singing in enchant. I feel his tongue on my sensitive nipple. They harden even more. I’m so wet.

His other hand gives attention to my other nipple by rubbing it with his thumb. My libido grows by the second. I’ve never felt this before. I’m wiggling under him. This just feels too good.

“Keep still,” he murmurs gently. I can’t, but I try anyway. The churning inside my stomach was more than I can contain.

He’s sucking one one of my nipples while rubbing the other. I moan feeling the sweetest sensation that was going all the way down to my vagina. He moves to my other nipple, doing the process all over again. I feel like I’m going to convulse by just this action.

Derek’s kisses further until he’s above my pantie line. I’m shaking with each and every one he leaves. I stiffen. Down there is a place where no one but me has ever looked. What if he thought it wasn’t pretty? I would hear guys at school talk about how so and so’s vagina was distasteful but they would pretend they liked it just to be nice. In the end they never wanted to mess with her anymore. Would Derek do the same? Also what if it didn’t smell good. Oh no!

I bulk my legs together. Through the dark, I see him look up at me.

“You okay?” His voice is soft.

“Yes, I just, I’m nervous.” I reply sheepishly. This is the second time I’ve stopped him. I’m the worst.

“It’s okay baby,” he rubs my thighs trying to calm me down. He then comes back up to me, so I feel his face against mine and he’s kissing me. His forehead moves against mine. His kiss is rough and wanting. Oh my. He wants this. He wants me. I want him too. I was just too shy and self conscious. “Your skin is so soft.” He says through kisses. He’s still rubbing my thighs. “I want you.” He whispers.

I moan against his lips. I want you too.

“I’m just going to kiss here, k?” He kisses my navel. I jerk forward. “And here.” He goes lower. “And here.” He’s right there.

I can’t fight it anymore, my nerves are practically screaming at me to just let him. So I do. My legs open by just a fraction. He takes that as his chance. He licks over my baby blue lace underwear. I’m suddenly grateful for packing my best looking panties.

He pushes my legs apart, completely taking control. I liked it. He moved his nose around my clit which was soaking. I hear him inhale my scent. I’m so scared. I don’t know how I smell. Isn’t sex a nasty smell?

“You smell so fucking good princess,” he growled. I knew he wasn’t lying by the look of pleasure on his face. I calm down and relax, knowing that it’s okay to let him in. He moves his hands and hooks his fingers under the band of my panties then pulls them down over my legs so now I am completely naked.

He stands up and positions me so my head is on the pillows and the rest of my body is just exposed. He crawls in between my legs then ducks his head down to my vagina. I feel him lick and I lift my back up from the bed. His hand comes up and cups my breast. I let my back fall.

His tongue swirls round and round my clit keeping a pleasuring pain to occur. My stomach is full of butterflies, my breath is uneven. He kisses it before his whole mouth is just everywhere down there. He pushes my leg as far apart as he could, not wanting to miss anywhere. I feel a tight knot beginning to form in my stomach.

My gosh, this is all so exhilarating. In this moment, Derek is sending me into a world I’ve never entered. I want to stay here with him forever. My moans come more as my body let’s go on him. He kisses my sex a couple times more before moving back up to my face.

I’m panting. My first time receiving oral and it felt amazing. He leans down, kissing me in a sweet kiss. I can taste what he previously was just eating. Me. I do taste good. I can now understand why he did it for so long. It tasted of.............vanilla. I tasted like that? I was stunned.

He pulls away from me to sit up on his knees. I watch him. His penetrating eyes don’t look away from me as he takes off his boxers. Woah. It’s so big, and thick. I’ve never seen one before. I gulp and try to wrap my mind around that that is going to be inside of me.

I look back into his eyes. He leaned back down, his body level with mine.That anxious feeling became inside of me again. At the same I was ready. His arms supported off of me while he adjusted himself down there. He rubbed his cock against my soaking folds. It was the most pleasurable torture ever.

Very slowly he enters me. It hurts. I gasp and sit up. Derek brings his lips to mine to calm me down, and he hushes my silent screams. His thrusts are slow, he’s being gentle. I become accustomed to the alien feeling and move my hips along with his. He picks up speed, my head in between his hands, our lips rubbing against each others.

I feel amazing, this feels perfects, I love it. I don’t want him to stop. I’m moaning as he rips through my virginity. He pounds in and out, in and out. Sweat becomes on the both of us and it gets steamy. The moment is intense, heated, impassioned. It feels to good to be real.

“Oh you feel so perfect around me.” He says huskily, then has my bottom lip between his teeth again. I loved it.

My body begins to stiffen, my legs are shaking. There is this build up in my stomach that is the most painful pleasure I have ever felt.

“Cum for me, beautiful.” He says breathlessly. I let go on his words, my climax ripping through me as I explode around him then fall into pieces underneath him.

Even though it is over I am still panting, my heart is beating out of my chest and my desire for him didn’t seem to lessen not one bit. I want more. I want to do it again. I’m sure it’s just my raging hormones talking but I’m not sure. I am sure that I want to do it again, just not right away. I wanted it with Derek.

He came a minute after me, grunting at his peak. His forehead leans against mine, our breaths ragged. He’s still inside of me. Before he pulls out of me he kisses my lips. He lays down next to me then pulls me so I am cuddled up into a chest. He feels like a blanket over me.

I want to say something to him about the event that just took place but my eye lids hush my wants and slowly close, the last thing felt is complete contentment.

Author- Hey guys I’m planning on making a part 2. I just wasn’t sure if I should add it in here or if that wold be too much to read. Welp, hope you enjoyed my joke of a smut.

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hannahsfanficsforyou · 4 years

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A Whole New World pt. 3

Me and Aaliyah walk up to Fairy Hills and get settled into our new dorm rooms, they are next to each other but it’s nice to have my own room. It’s got the main room a bedroom and a bathroom. Thank god it has plumbing and “Ahhh a full bathtub, I can soak in this for houuuuurs” I say dreamily, “screw it I’m taking one now, I’m sweaty from that hike”

I fill the tub up and check under the cabinet and find some bottle of liquid, I read the properties of it and it says it has remedy effects for sore muscles and when you pour it in the bath to say the color then what you want it to smell like. “What.. No way it can actually do that” I pop the bottle open and pour it in the tub, “Pink and mint” As soon as I say it my eyes go wide as the bathwater turns a bright pink color and I can smell a fresh mint smell wafting up from the bath. “Holy shit, magic is fucking awesome, I think I love it here.” I climb into the bath and my muscles immediately relax and I let out a sigh, I haven’t felt this good in so long, It’s like all my tension floats away and melts in the hot water.

The water finally turns cold and I get out wrapping my body in a towel and look at the time. “Hmmm it’s only 10pm but I’m exhausted. Forget it I’m passing out now.” I say flopping into bed not bothering to put any clothing back on. I drift off into a dreamless sleep.

My eyes crack open and I give an annoyed growl because the sun was not up yet, “God, I knew I wasn’t going to sleep the full night if I went to bed before 1am” I say rubbing my eyes and seeing the clock saying 3am I let out a pained groan, “you know, I really am not one for walking around alone by myself at 3am in a city I don’t know yet BUT I can’t sleep and currently have nothing to keep myself busy with and hey apparently I’m super powerful sooo...Screw it.” I get up and put my clothing on “Ew, these smell gross, first on the list when I get money, new clothing.”

I open my door and look outside to make sure no one else is out and about, I don’t think there is a curfew, I mean we are adults we can come and go as we please but, just in case. I also have my camouflage so I think I would be fine either way, not that I’ve really mastered using it, but whatever.

I get out of the building and take a breath of fresh air, it really is beautiful here, the stars are out and the moon seems extra bright tonight. I smile as I walk down to the city, the lanterns light up the deserted streets and it’s oddly serene. The warmth of the late summer air feels so nice on my bare arms. Then the next instant the hairs on my neck stand up, what is this sensation? It feels like... terrifying magic power. My eyes widen and a cold sweat breaks out over my skin, chilling me, the power is so intense it doesn’t even feel human.

I whip my body around to look for the person who was emitting that terrifying aura but I see no one, and I hold my arms suddenly feeling exposed in my tank top and shorts. It’s 3am jeez who else is out, damn go to sleep... pff like I’m one to talk. I giggle despite still feeling a bit petrified as the chills go away.

What was that, God that magic power felt insane, I wonder who it was or if they are part of a guild... or, was it even human... I speed up my pace as I decide now would probably be a good time to go back home. I let out a shaky sigh as I make my way through the streets again, I walk down an alley and- wait. “Oh shit, where am I?” I look around but “Yep, fuck I’m lost, damn it” I hear some chuckling and turn around again, Is it the same person as before-no, these people are emitting magic but it’s, lesser and different than what I felt before, and I feel multiple presences, hmm three of them. Its strange I can tell from just feeling their magic near me, they are weak- how do I even know that.

It’s such a strange thing, but I can also feel them through the ground. It’s like I’m communicating with the earth itself, I could feel every step they took and what direction they were headed. Which happened to be right towards me. It was dark down this alley and eventually the three men came into where my eyes could make them out. All three were well built and tall, they were getting closer to me and I could smell the alcohol all the way from where I was standing. Fucking drunks.

My arms and legs were braced. My whole body tensed up with the stupid situation I’d gotten myself into. Jesus Hannah you know this kind of stuff happens to young women who go out alone at night, how can you be so dumb to think it wouldn’t happen to you. But there eyes on me, I shivered feeling their magic energy coming off them, it wasn’t as strong as mine but I still felt so small and scared under their evil smiles and piercing gazes.

Could I really take three people on in a fight? I have magic now but I haven’t even fought anyone, ever. My hands start to sweat and my heart beats faster, I- I can’t, how do I breath? I feel my chest tighten up and my anxiety makes me feel like I’m going to pass out. The three men are getting even closer “Ohh, look at this cutie, I bet we can have some fun with her.” The other two snicker menacingly as one reaches to grab me “n-no please, don’t touch me” My eyes start to tear up as I back away from him more tripping and falling backwards, magic, I have it now, use it Hannah. My brain is stuck with fear and I can’t even start to think about how to even use my magic.

I close my eyes trying to stop the tears of fear as the men reach for me. I’m so helpless, even with magic I can’t stand up or protect myself. Such a helpless idiot. Then suddenly it was like the sky came down from heaven itself and three giant lightning bolts struck the men in front of me. My mouth falls open and my eyes go wide as I see another man standing in front of me, he is taller than the other three, wait.. that spiky blonde hair, I’ve seen it before. Oh my lord, it’s hunky lightning man. God, I really need to find out his actual name so I can stop calling him that. Jesus his magic, it’s the most powerful thing i’ve felt.

Wait this magic, it feels familiar.. Suddenly it goes off in my head, the power I felt earlier, it’s the same. So he was back there then too, he was who I felt. I look up at his face and honestly almost shit myself, he has the most terrifying look I’ve ever seen, If his lightning didn’t kill them already it looks like he is about to with his bare hands. But instead he just tsks and starts to walk away and in the process he steps on one of the dudes to walk over him, without even looking at me.

I stand up quickly and rush forward, without thinking I grab the hem of his coat and a surge of electricity courses through my body. I gasp, I was so shook up I didn’t even see the mini lightning bolts surrounding his body. He looks back his face not as scary as it was when he was looking at the dudes who tried to attack me but still I couldn’t read it at all. His eyes pierced right through me, it’s like they could see right into my soul, fuck this is why I hate eye contact, the eyes always give you away.

“I- just- erm, thank you..” I say while my face turns redder than Ariel’s hair, hopefully he can’t see it since it’s so dark. He doesn’t say anything, still having the blank look on his face staring at me, God this is awkward, I wouldn’t feel like this if he wasn’t so damn hot, I mean look at him, I could melt right now. I don’t even feel like I was about to have a panic attack a few seconds ago, I feel so safe being close to him, but so nervous and scared too, and insecure.

“You’re welcome” I look up surprised and if my face was red before, after hearing him talk for the first time my body went from a regular temperature all the way to a fever that could cause brain damage, actually I think I do have brain damage now, because I can’t remember how to speak or form words. Note to self when clothing shopping buy new underwear. He starts to walk away again but “shit” I mumble “A-actually, I’m... I got lost, can you help me, I- Live at Fairy Hills, the girls dorms for the guild. I’m a new member I joined today.”

His face remains expressionless, albeit bored, but he nods and turns away with his hands in his pockets, “Oh thank God” I say quietly as I speed up trying to keep up with his long legs, Jeez I thought I was tall but my legs are nothing compared to his fucking 6′4 legs.

We make our way through the city and it seemed like in no time we were climbing the hill towards the dorms, the whole trip we didn’t say anything. I guess hes not much of a talker.. Mmmm sexy silent type, I dig it I think to myself while trying not to drool staring at his back as I walk behind him. Ahhh I wish I could see him shirtless, I bet he looks amazing, I can just tell even with a shirt and jacket that hes ripped. Wow Hannah this is how you think about the man who just saved you? Jeez, damn virgin. I cover my mouth to laugh at my own little joke but he turns his head with one eyebrow raised and I just blush again and look at the ground. I guess he heard that, gosh he probably thinks I’m crazy laughing to myself.

He walks me to the door of the building and I open it and walk inside “Uhm, thanks again, for- hah everything I guess, helping me with those guys and helping me find my way back, I um I owe you one, or two really.” I say looking up barley able to make eye contact, god his eyes are too much to take looking at for more than a few seconds, his gaze alone could kill someone.

He nods and turns to leave but stops and turns his head and with a little smirk says “The names Laxus by the way not hunky lightning man.” And with that he turns around fully and walks off into the night. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head and I feel like my body could explode right there in embarrassment. “H-how, when, what, when did he even, how did he hear that,” I manage to crawl back up to my dorm room while being mortified and drag myself back into bed. “How am I ever going to look at him again, this is insane.”

I didn’t manage to fall asleep and keep playing back our interaction the whole night in my head.

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myspookysunshine · 6 years

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Original Poetry Dump Post

These were written under dustyirish, my other url, so I promise I am not plagiarizing myself. Bad poetry, but what the fuck. It was heartfelt at least. : )

NYC

I got your number. NYC; confusion, cacophony, crazy smell of taxi exhaust inexplicably smothered by the smell of roasted beans mocha latte grande whatthefuckever just give me Coffee boring and hot you laugh and it sounds genuine but my hearing isn't what it used to be. the horde floods past, fighting for air threatening to sweep us up in the flow you stand firm and vanish them with a drawl southern magician in a Ramones tee your hand brushes my arm accident or promise? that pinky sure felt like promise. yeah I got your number better yet I got your smile.

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Discordance

Every night, 9:00 a solo goose flies overhead, late to the party offering his lonesome song to the night he's easy to single out the notes are slightly strange; a hoarse, desperate honking not quite like the others waiting at the pond 9:00, on the nose, I hear his tone deaf journey I always look up and smile. I can relate.

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Yarrow

Dawnlight breaks across the land birds call on the hill but in the valley down below the farm lies strangely still cows low crossly, needing milked morning chores gone unattended wash forgotten on the line a rocking chair upended bright flowers bent and broken by a shadow come to pass something that is not paint spilled upon the blades of grass wheat sways gently in a breeze that reeks of secret sorrow and last night's sin lies waiting amongst the fields of yarrow.

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Grandmother

You laugh at the sky. The picture's in black and white, but I know that ugly blue bathing suit scuffed in the rear from years of poolside sitting one strap permanently twisted from some washing machine trauma I was mortified by it then; I would give anything to see it now. You laugh at the sky, carefree and wild/beautiful, wind whipping dark hair into something approaching chaos Bettie Page on the edge of a hurricane. Your arms reach for me; I, that sepia child, race for them. As I recall, there was an embrace and promises of baby bunnies but memories are funny things; they seek one another, merge, then hide themselves away in corners.

You're in color now, though the room is kept dim machines beep a monotonous rhythm that some dark part of me wishes would just go silent. I stand, arms outstretched, waiting for my embrace. Time and tubes and coma be damned. You're still laughing at the sky.

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Solitary Duck

Eighteen months and here in this youless reality tattered grocery lists become relics tears are shed over cow slippers a stray Butterfinger wrapper lies under the bed, coiled, ready to strike I would pick up a sword to protect a voicemail I would sell my soul to still believe in ghosts.

They said malignancy I became five again; all I wanted was my mommy I settled for sharing the news with a rectangle of sod and a solitary mallard on the duck pond.

Isn't it funny how shared laughter sounds like music the same joke, told alone, sounds like madness

I live to pluck words from the ether The most elusive (and the one I fear most) is goodbye.

Leprechaun

It was a day for celebrating. Exactly what was being celebrated she had forgotten (if she ever knew) but attendance seemed to be required.

So she went.

She took a deep breath, steeled herself and walked into the gathering.

A shirtless leprechaun sat in the corner, softly crooning The Doors 'Love Street', plucking out the notes on a tiny piano held in his lap.

He was no Jim Morrison, granted, but was anyone?

She stepped further into the room and the atmosphere changed.

Whisky bottles were festooned with shamrock stoppers, green beer flowed freely from taps, a musky green scent perfumed the air.

Pretty people getting ugly drunk.

A shoving match broke out between a tall man and a misplaced clown. She side-stepped the melee with ease.

She had crafted invisibility into an art form.

In the center of pushed-back chairs, couples danced to contemporary music. Their bodies moved to the pulsing rhythm but their eyes were dead.

She tried a bit of everything on offer, musky green burning between her fingers as she retraced her steps, back towards the known.

No one asked her to dance, and this was not necessarily a bad thing. She was afraid to be swept up in their nothingness.

There once was a yesterday bride seeking happiness somewhere inside she was dimly aware that the spark was still there But that fucker, it knew how to hide.

In the end, she returned to the leprechaun.

His head rested back against the plaster, hair flowing in loose curls to his shoulders. He had moved on to 'Soul Kitchen' and he was suddenly beautiful.

She slid to the floor beside him, lay a hand on his ankle and closed her eyes.

What she lacked in visibility she made up for in imagination.

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Three

His kiss is wildfire, eager and consuming Yours a gentle rain to temper the flames laid down together they alter my landscape forever make way for new growth

(you both taste of conviction)

His eyes shout for desperate truth Yours whisper questions and secret pain combined, they stare into the depths of me clear my path to perception

(you both see into the shadows)

your breaths mingle on my skin which touch is which has lost meaning there is no division here oneness rough and smooth sharp and drawl chaos and peace the differences blend into something nearing perfection Twenty fingers twine, seeking my heart

finding my soul

I take you both into myself and in doing so perhaps I can absorb his laughter and your tenderness

(you are both strength)

two men, one woman evolve into the unknown.

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Knotted Noose

I was there when the songs formed in basement band trial and error in beer and sweat and frustration in epiphany I slipped away then you Slipped Away I never heard the music that was formed after you lost yourself among the masks and pharmaceuticals you've been gone so long now memories have faded down to driving, pulsing bass a worn high school jersey and the places where you liked my tongue.

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Cancer

I look in the mirror my silhouette is off-kilter I stand, lopsided and pining for something I never thought I would miss. Two hours under the knife equals twenty years of aging biology isn't supposed to work that way the math is wrong, goddammit. Now, even in my dreams, I am unwhole I am old there is hesitation in reaching hands there is hesitation in my reaching back If I could ask this disease one question it would be this : Was that truly necessary; couldn't you have left me my dreams?

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Cowboy Prince

Full Texas moon tinged with blood above a half-gone bottle of Jameson rolls in time with your hips your balled-up army jacket cradles my head your heartbeat cradles my senses your body is the only warmth I need against the chill in the air Zombie on vocals backed by coyotes we merge in this wonderland where a rusted out Silverado becomes a horse-drawn carriage you are my cowboy prince and a hi-top sneaker turns to glass.

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Yo--Ville

was what we called it I don't know why but it seemed to fit

(maybe it was a vibe thing)

music never ceased within its walls 24/7 lullaby the tunes created weren't good

(but the intentions were)

tofu was a confusing concept to my young mind and I rode on the back of a Harley in a miniskirt

(that scar is all I have left)

a drifter lived silent in the corner bedroom he carried his life in a backpack he could speak but chose not to

(and nobody thought it was strange)

The singer was a woman who dressed in tattered tie-sye she was angry and mysterious and beautiful

(I wanted her desperately)

Jesus was a man named Bob He never walked on water but we all believed he could

(if he could only find the ambition)

I was on a path back then and somewhere between there and here I strayed and lost myself.

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Perspective

Yes, it's true.

There are scars under my fingertips when they whisper along your thigh I run my tongue over teeth that aren't aligned with precision I have to pause ecstasy for a moment to kiss stray tears from your cheeks My arms stay around you in sleep to ward off demons I can't see

It's all true.

But what you don't realize is that your imperfections make you my perfect.

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Lesson

don that mask, hide yourself away whisper sweet lies in my ear lay your heart bare to be trod upon drown yourself in fear side with monsters, fight the light let the decades take their toll be the bringer of Death if you must but never whore your soul.

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To The Unknown

Here you sleep, under cold pink marble and sentiment - well-meant but generic - in lieu of identity. I never knew your heart; if it was nurtured with kindness or made to hide away and beat in fear. I never saw your smile; if it was a shy, sweet blossoming or if it burst like sun flare, lighting up your eyes. I never heard your voice; if it was soft and melodic or booming and brash, filled with mischief. But oh I wish I could hear it now, whispering a name to etch upon this stone.

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Effigy

The scent of you lingers on pillowslips the mattress still holds your shape I use an old flannel for a nightshirt an acoustic guitar for a teddy bear I'm left with all the pieces that don't make up a whole You are only here in effigy and I can't find a match.

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Zephyr

I was numb before I met you soul shot full of novocaine I'm numb after I left you it's a numbness of the brain you whispered soft instruction a curriculum to maintain you first taught me oblivion then you taught me pain nothing much left standing now only crumbling walls remain you came in like a zephyr and went out a hurricane.

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Wish

Last night I discovered your words tucked away among dusty knickknacks on a back garage shelf.

I wish I knew how they had come to be hidden. I wish they had found a more dignified resting place. I wish you could have spoken them aloud. I wish I didn't understand the whys. I wish I had opened that box earlier. I wish I had never opened that box.

Last night I found your goodbye and today I wish I was still unaware that a heart can break twice.

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Taboo

The only two left floating high and exhausted in a sea of beer-swept men couch springs prod your spine but he is familiar comfort his lap a favorite pillow a slight shift of your head a slight shift in your friendship and lips are tracing denim steel you know the unspoken language of him you are fluent in his groans this one screams fucking finally fingers catch in your hair ghost along your inked bicep interpreting the coded message

'Break glass in case of emergency'

his cock pulses against your tongue your own thrums in time a driving, crescendoing drum beat he belongs to someone else you don't belong even to yourself together, here, you belong Wrong? Forbidden? Taboo? you wouldn't know as the taste of him floods your mouth words have ceased to exist.

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Horse

We flew, you and I, across years wind in my hair, dust in my nostrils wildfire under my skin we rode on trails of deception under the illusion that I held the reins.

One day you balked and bucked me hooved death came down beside my head knocked some courage loose I corralled you, slammed the gate and limped away bruised but triumphant.

I never was good at mending fences.

You've broken free and galloped back whinnied softly against my ear and I can only savor the ride as I settle into this well-worn saddle molded to the shape of me.

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Just Be

I first saw you on your rooftop sanctuary hiding tears behind a cigarette you'd forgotten where you put your laughter but managed to find where I'd put my soul your shadow was beautiful Just Be, I whispered you sobbed against my shoulder smoke and cologne and tears and I fell, far more than the three stories to the ground fear of not being everything Just be, I whispered, and guided you into me and it was imperfect perfection I can be strong enough for both of us the sanctuary of my mind the lesson held even if we didn't I saw you yesterday, up on stage doubt in your eyes I closed my own and whispered Baby, just be.

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faierius · 7 years

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In His Shoes (3. We Don’t Talk About That)

Noctis stared at his own face. Not a reflection. Not a picture. His own face. He was not meant to see himself from this angle, and it was disorienting. He assumed the others felt the same. Did he always look this way, or was there influence from his body’s current occupant? Surely this grouchy scowl wasn’t something which always adorned his features.

“Highness.”

His title coming out of his own mouth, in his voice. Weird. “Yeah?”

“We’re supposed to be having a discussion here, remember?”

“M’listening,” he answered, tilting his head. There was something morbidly fascinating about studying his own features through a different set of eyes.

“You very clearly are not. Please, this is a serious situation, and I would appreciate it if you would treat it as such.”

“I am! But c’mon, Specs. You have to admit this is a unique chance. Haven’t you ever been curious about how you look to someone else?”

Sighing, Ignis pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ve never given it much thought, honestly. And looking at myself while talking to you is giving me a headache. Noctis, please I know this is an uncomfortable topic, but I really need you to focus.”

Slouching against the side of the Regalia, Noct looked to where Gladio and Prompto were holding a similar conversation at their campsite. It was decided they needed to set some ground rules, and it was best done in confidence with the person they swapped with.

“You and I will be experiencing things neither of us was meant to experience. This includes knowledge of one another’s bodies. Any daily functions should be performed with detachment as not to embarrass one another.”

“Got it. Don’t stare at your junk when I have to pee.”

“Prince Noctis!”

“What?” he laughed. Maybe this was all taking its time to sink it, but the entire situation was laughable. Someone had to make jokes, even it, absurdly enough, it was him.

“Please be a little less bawdy about this. If we want to come out of this ordeal more-or-less the same as we’ve gone in, some things need to be said. Now, given the status of our relationships, I feel we need to make a no physical contact policy. Engaging in any sort of romantic rendezvous would be a gross breach of trust.”

Noctis cringed with his entire body. “I wouldn’t be caught dead messing around with that Behemoth.”

Ignis’ brow twitched into a scowl. He was torn between telling Noctis that was his Behemoth he was insulting, and asking the man if he was so shallow he would no longer want anything to do with Prompto if he didn’t look like Prompto.

“You’d better not get any ideas in your head, either,” Noctis grumbled, crossing his arms.

Ignis scoffed. “Hardly. But on that note, any…marks we may find will remain undiscussed, understood?” Pink tinged his cheeks.

“With the way you teased me and Prom, I never would have thought something like this would embarrass you, Specs.”

“And I would have thought it would bother you more than it seems to be,” Ignis retorted.

Noctis exhaled a sharp breath. “Apparently you don’t blush as easily as I do because I am mortified.” He readjusted the obnoxious glasses on his nose and sighed again. “I wanna talk about this stuff as much now as I did in middle school. Personal boundaries should be obvious.”

Ignis nodded in agreement. “I also feel we should take time to acquaint ourselves with weapons and skills while we’re like this. It wouldn’t do to be caught unawares.”

“Shouldn’t the first order of business be finding out what that daemon was and how we can reverse this?”

“Ideally, yes. But should we find ourselves in combat, we ought to familiarize ourselves with the weapons we’ll be using. It shouldn’t be a problem for us, as we are well versed in various forms of combat. Those two, however, will have difficulty. Prompto, not having the stature for it, is unfamiliar with Great Swords, and Gladio hasn’t much experience with firearms.”

Noctis dipped his head in a nod. The man had a point. “How do you think they’re getting on?” he asked, directing his attention to the two men pacing back and forth on the Haven.

Ignis studied them for a while. “They aren’t as familiar with one another as we are. Boundaries may be a little more difficult for them to set.”

“Prom’s really withdrawn about a lot of stuff. Will Gladio respect that?”

“Give him a little more credit, Noctis. You ought to know the type of man he is.”

“I do, but they were pretty mad at each other.”

“So were we.”

“I guess. I mean, I’m still exhausted, filthy, and pissed, but we’ve got bigger fish to fry.”

Hearing such casual wording come out of his mouth, in his voice, was bizarre, to say the least. Sighing through his nose, he watched Noctis as the young man kept his eyes on their friends. Though it was his own body, he could see Noctis inside. The way he moved, held himself, stood silently watching was very much like Noctis even though he was seeing the body of Ignis Scientia perform the actions. The same could be said for Prompto and Gladio. Their differences are stark, but body language went a long way as well. It was almost like watching the boys do imitations of one another. Amusing, in its own right.

Prompto, in Gladio’s body, paced, fidgeted, and gestured as he spoke. Gladio, in Prompto’s much smaller frame, replied with only a few hand movements, standing tall with his chest puffed out. Like a puppy posturing to an adult dog.

Ignis smirked.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“I know Gladio’s in there, but that’s still my Prompto.”

“Relax, Noctis.”

The man narrowed his eyes, watching Ignis for a moment before turning back to observe the others.

Up on the hill, Gladio and Prompto talked. Or argued. Or something.

Prompto frowned. “They’re watching us.”

“Probably trying to decide if we’re done.”

“We would be if you’d be reasonable for two seconds.”

Gladio sighed, rubbing a hand over his chin. He didn’t know if he could get used to the smooth skin of Prompto’s face. He’d had facial hair pretty much since the time he could grow it. “How am I being unreasonable?” he asked, blinking slowly.

“Oh, I dunno, how about refusing to respect my privacy?” Prompto asked with an exaggerated gesture of his hands.

“What privacy? The four of us spend every minute of the day together.”

“I still have…secrets,” he muttered, eyes flicking subconsciously to the band which permanently adorned his wrist.

Gladio didn’t miss the darting eyes. “This?” he asked, raising his arm. He looked up to see unfamiliar expressions crossing his own face. Fear being the most prominent.

“Please, Gladio,” Prompto whispered, lips parted. “I know it’s asking a lot, but please don’t take that off. Don’t even look underneath. I’m begging you, pal.”

Gladio frowned, seeing small, soft Prompto beneath the gruff, scared exterior that made Gladiolus Amicitia. He didn’t like any of this. “Okay. Relax, Prompto. Does Noct even know what you’re hiding under here?”

Prompto gave a tiny shake of his head.

“Oh.” Gladio dropped his arm and exhaled a heavy sigh. “Shit. Well, I won’t look. I know we’ve been at each other’s throats, but I’m not that much of an asshole.”

Relief washed over what used to be Gladio’s face. “Thank you. Uh, one more thing?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Please don’t go shirtless while you’re borrowing my body.”

“Why? Too embarrassed by your scrawny body?” scoffed Gladio, making a show of flexing one arm and patting his bicep.

“Hardly. I’ve got plenty of muscle,” Prompto answered, not taking the bait like Noct often did. “Though I do have some…image issues?”

Gladio narrowed his eyes. “You, the embodiment of confidence and exuberant personality, have body image problems? I’m not buying it.”

“Hey, we’ve all got problems, Mr. Never Wears A Shirt,” Prompto grumbled, eyeing his chest with disgust. “Despite being well-toned, I’m not a fan of the way my belly looks, and I prefer to keep it covered, okay?” He muttered the last few words, refusing to meet Gladio’s eye.

“Okay, I can respect that.”

“Anything you want me to do?” Prompto asked, feeling a little safer with his body in Gladio’s possession.

The big guy thought for a moment. “Nah, I’m pretty much an open book.”

Prompto scrubbed a hand over the cropped hair at the side of his head. “Okay, well, that’s easy enough.”

“Just…don’t mess around with Noct while you’re in there.”

“Same goes for you and Iggy.”

“Works for me.” Gladio extended a hand.

Prompto accepted the hand, giving it a firm shake. The pair stared at one another before grins washed over their faces. Breaking the handshake, Gladio gave Prompto a playful shove, only this time the normally smaller man didn’t budge.

“Suddenly this isn’t as much fun.”

Shaking his head, Prompto waved at Ignis and Noctis. He hid his grin as the two walked over. Noct, usually casual in his gait, sometimes slouching, sometimes just lazy in his steps, was now walking with Ignis’ confident stride, minus the unavoidable hitch caused by Noctis’ old injury. Ignis’ body on the other hand, under the influence of Noct, now moved with a slower, laid-back pace.

“Alright?” Ignis asked when they joined Gladio and Prompto.

“We’ve worked out what lines not to cross,” Gladio confirmed, dropping into one of the camp chairs. Used to his bigger size, he misjudged the length of his legs and hit the edge of the seat. He hit the ground hard, flipping the chair onto his head.

A rush of air passed Noctis’ lips and he doubled over, laughing.

Ignis hid his smirk behind his hand.

Prompto quirked a brow. “Hey big guy, I’d appreciate it if you could return the goods in the state you found them. I don’t need bruises on my butt.”

Noctis was certain exhaustion had a lot to do with it, but seeing this whole scene play out, Prompto with a Gladio-esque glare, Gladio with Prompto’s soft amusement, his own face with maturely restrained laughter, was absurd. And hilarious. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he couldn’t catch his breath.

“Okay, knock it off. It wasn’t that funny,” Gladio muttered, getting back to his feet.

“It was hilarious!” panted Noctis, bent over with his hands on his knees.

“I thought it was rather endearing,” Ignis admitted.

“Aw, c’mon. Not you, too Ig’,” Gladio complained, dusting off his backside.

Ignis shrugged, crossing his arms. He wasn’t entirely sure if he thought Gladio’s fall was cute because he was Ignis reacting to an uncommon thing for Gladio to do, or if this was Noct’s body reacting to a common thing for Prompto to do. Things like this would become very difficult to discern as time went on, he had no doubt.

“Iggy? You okay in there?”

Torn from his thoughts, Ignis raised his head to see golden brown eyes watching him with concern. “Ah. Yes, fine. Thank you, Prompto,” he replied after a moment of hesitation. “What do you say we have some breakfast before we start the laborious task of fixing our current predicament?” Turning away from the others, he hoped they didn’t see his brow twitch into a scowl.

This wasn’t good. Gladio’s eyes didn’t give him any reaction at all. Because their relationship was still relatively fresh, any expression, no matter the intensity, directed at him with those beautiful eyes always did something to him. A breath hitch, a skipped heartbeat, a swarm of butterflies to briefly take up residence in his belly, or any sort of overly romantic problems. Not this time. Those physiological responses were not tied to this body.

This presented an entirely new batch of problems. Ignis hoped they could reverse whatever magic had taken hold of them before it caused irreparable damage not only to their minds but their hearts as well.

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hey-i-wrote-a-story · 7 years

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Chapter 4 Meeting Malia

Malia had come to enjoy her walks. Every so often she would slip away to enjoy a slow stroll along one of the series or trails that wove their way in and around one of the many wooded areas of Beacon Hills. It was an interesting experience for her, and each time she ventured out, she noticed something new. Having spent years running wild through the woods in the form of a coyote, to be now observing nature as a young woman was, as one might imagine, entirely different. The change in perspective alone was impressive. Having one’s point of view more than five feet above the ground as opposed to being close down to it in itself made everything seem new. Her pace was more relaxed, to be sure. She no longer had to be constantly wary of animal predators, for one thing. And instead of hunting feverishly for food, she could literally take time to stop and smell the flowers. Well, if she wanted to do that sort of thing. Her enhanced sense allowed her to take in the mixed scent of wildflowers and plant life without having to stop and lean in close. Rather than actively avoiding all human contact, Malia could smile at passersby and greet them with a pleasant hello, as…okay, some things still needed work. Malia was not exactly the “Howdy, neighbor!” kind of girl. Her social skills, while steadily improving, still could use a bit of polish. That was something else she enjoyed about nature; it didn’t require any social niceties to be appreciated. Unfortunately for the lovely Malia, she was going to have to engage in those niceties, or some facsimile thereof, very soon. Like right about now.

“Hey, How’s it goin’?”

A boy of approximately Malia’s age stepped out of the woods onto the trail to greet her. His movements were non-threatening, but they did seem a bit anxious. His smile was a bit too wide and eager, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. His face was sprinkled liberally with freckles and atop his head was a mass of fiery red hair. Had Malia been any other girl, she might have sensed a clumsy attempt at a pick-up line, and responded with a casual “Out enjoying a walk alone, thanks”, to drop the hint that she wasn’t interested. Or she could have simply responded with a smile and a terse “Not bad. You?” and sped up her pace. But of course, Malia was not any other girl.

“What happened to your hair?”

The already self-conscious boy froze. “My…wait, what?”

“It looks like a clown wig. Did it grow that way?”

The boy with the clown-colored follicles reached up and gingerly—no pun intended—touched his hair. “What? Yeah, this is my hair. I didn’t dye it or anything. It just comes out this way.”

Malia considered that. “Huh.” Then she continued walking.

The redheaded lad hurriedly took up pace behind her, walking briskly to catch up. It was clear he didn’t spend a lot of time hiking.

“I’m Freddie”, he offered.

“Okay.”

“Nice day for a walk, huh?”, he tried again.

“I already knew that”, Malia answered. “That’s why I’m out walking.”

“Yeah, and it’s a nice day for it, isn’t it?”

“We’ve established that.”

“So you’re Malia then, right?”

Malia stopped and turned to face the already winded ginger who was following her. “Who are you, anyway? We’ve never met. How do you know my name?”

Freddie stopped too, his expression that of someone who just realized he’d made a terrible faux pas. “Uhh…sure we did. Just now, back there. I said my name and you said okay, and then we were walking—“

Malia cut him off. “Stop following me.” With that, she turned away and briskly resumed her stroll.

Freddie rapped on both sides of his head with his knuckled and muttered to himself. “Gah! I suck at this. I suck at this! Why did they have to give me her? I am so out of my depth here. I have no idea what I’m do—“ He forcibly stopped his self-berating and said loudly, “You’re Stiles’ girlfriend, aren’t you?”

Malia turned on her heel without breaking stride and walked right up to Freddie and looked down on him. The redheaded boy wasn’t much shorter than Malia, but by now he was hunkering down in fear of the much more confident young woman.

“What”, Malia said, stressing the word, “do you want?”

“…um…”

“Well?”

“Uh, to say ‘Hi’?”

“You’ve said it, yet you’re still here.”

Freddie swallowed hard. “But…you are Stiles’ girlfriend, right? H-he’s your boyfriend?”

“Why should that—“, Malia began, but stopped as she noticed a change in Freddie’s demeanor. He began to straighten up, his eyes coming into sharp focus and his jaw going slack. Malia followed his eye and caught two joggers as they passed them. They were both boys of high school age, fit and good-looking, one with fair skin and one slightly darker. It was easy to notice their skin as they were both running shirtless. They nodded slightly as they passed the duo in the midst of their confrontation.

“S’cuze us.”

“Comin’ through.”

Freddie’s eyes stayed focused on the boys as they went by and continued down the trail. His gaze never wavered, and he never blinked. He had heard that just as this area was known for unexplained and supernatural occurrences, it was also well-known for an abundance of attractive young men. Turns out he had heard right. Once the two joggers had rounded a bend in the trail, Freddie finally blinked and looked back at Malia.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Malia looked back with eyes less accusatory. She was getting the drift of what was going on, here. “Oh, I get it.”

“You do?”, Freddie said, surprised.

“I know why you’re here”, Malia assured him. “What this is all about.”

“Really? How did you figure it out? I mean, so fast?”

“You don’t have to be a detective”, she began.

“Like Stiles!”, Freddie blurted out, then quickly clamped a hand over his mouth. He silently cursed himself. Malia shook her head.

“So you don’t care about me”, she stated, “You’re interested in Stiles.”

“Is…is it that obvious?”

“You’re not very good at hiding it. You might want to pick up your tongue. It’s still on the ground from when those joggers went by.”

Freddie put a hand over his eyes, mortified. “Ohhhh, I am such an idiot.”

“Probably”, Malia shrugged. “But you’re also gay and into Stiles. I’m right, aren’t I?”

From behind his covered face, Freddie nodded. Then he lifted his hand and said, “I was supposed to talk to you, though. Be friendly—“

“Right, right. So by being buddy-buddy with me, you could eventually get to meet Stiles and so on and whatever.” She stared at him directly, not giving him the chance to back out or improvise.

After a pregnant pause, he replied, “…yyeeeesss?”

Malia scratched her temple. Some people. “You were right in that I am his girlfriend. And he’s into girls, trust me.” She paused, considering. “Not that it would make any difference to me if he was into boys, too.” Then back on track, she reaffirmed, “But he is most definitely into girls.”

Freddie had nowhere to go with this. He wasn’t even in the ballpark of where he was supposed to be with Malia at this point. He wasn’t even near the parking lot. “Um. Okay, I guess.” He started to shuffle away, disheartened. “Sorry to have bothered you. I didn’t mean to—I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of—anyway, sorry. Bye.” Freddie turned fully around and moved like a man on his way to the guillotine. They are going to kill me, he thought. That’s it, I’m dead. Why do I always have to ruin everything??

“Wait a second.”

Freddie turned around to see Malia still standing there, hands on her hips. “You want to meet him?”

Freddie’s eyes lit up. “Can I?”

Malia rolled her eyes and continued her original path. She waved a hand half-heartedly. “Come on.”

“Yes!”, Freddie said, pumping his fists. “This is gonna be AWEsome!”

He dashed up to Malia and took up pace beside her. “Thanks a lot. He’s is just about the coolest—“

“Well, it’s not like I’m taking you right to him now. I’m finishing my walk first”, Malia said flatly.

“Sure, sure!”, gushed Freddie. “After that, if you have to go anywhere, I have a pickup truck, and I can give you ride—“

“And we’re finishing the walk in silence”, Malia said firmly.

Freddie shrank back a little. Softly, he whispered, “Right, right, yes. Sorry. I won’t say anything else. Won’t make a sound. You won’t even know I’m here—“

“Starting now”, Malia snapped.

Freddie made some kind of flighty gesture he no doubt that was apologetic and he drifted back a couple paces to tag along behind Malia without disturbing her. That was when Malia realized for the first time that there was something else that appealed to her about her hikes. The trees never tried to talk to you.

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anodyne-sunflower · 7 years

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NewtxStephen Fic Request

A/N: No smut in this, sorry lol But, it was requested a while ago by @kawaiiusagichansan who ended up liking the relationship between these two from my threesome fic haha. As always, let's pretend they don't even notice they look alike 😂 Enjoy.

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"Lieutenant..."

"Not now, Firebrace."

Stephen trudged through the muddy wooden boards of the trenches, glancing around at the many officers as they ran about. Gunshots could be heard in the distance, but he was currently set on speaking to Captain Gray he hardly paid them any mind.

"But, the new-"

"Enough."

Stephen turned around, scowling deeply at the tunneler. He was in no mood for excuses, and the last thing he needed was to be late. "Get back to work."

He turned on his heel, heading up the hill, and blinking as the rain fell over him. He made it to the tents on the far right, lifting the flap and saluting as the Captain came into view. "Captain."

"Ah, Lieutenant Wraysford, you're late."

"My apologies..."

"Mm. So, you have words for me, I hear."

"Captain, the tunnelers, I heard you ordered them to continue digging."

"Yes, I did. What of it, Lieutenant?"

Stephen tightened his jaw in annoyance, knowing his Captain went over his head without consulting him. Outranked or not, the safety of his men came first.

"You can't do this, Cap-"

"Lieutenant, I think you'll find that I can. Now off with you. Place that brilliant mind of yours elsewhere and get to training your new officers."

Stephen angrily pushed at the flap of the tent, his eyes filled with an anger he didn't think he could rid himself of this time. It never ceased to amaze him at the levels of risk the military chose to place these men. Even if it wasn't a necessity.

"Lieutenant!"

He looked over his shoulder to see Weir running towards him, that charming smile on his friend's face like it always was.

"Please, Weir. Not now."

"Well, ignore me all you want, but you need to observe the new officers in the shooting range."

"Now?"

"Would you rather spend another hour arguing with the Captain?"

Stephen felt his lips threaten to form a smile, but he hid it well behind his hand as he lit a smoke. The bill of his dress hat covered it from the rain, and he took a long drag before following Weir down to the range.

"Now!"

Gunshots rang out, and Stephen took a seat on the sandbags along the canopy, observing the new recruits. They all seemed equally capable of doing enough damage to the Germans, yet no doubt they needed more training.

He watched one of them, a young man kneeling against the barrier as he closed one eye and set his sights on the targets ahead. He was a decent shot, but his technique left much to be desired.

Stephen rose from his spot, keeping his cigarette in his mouth as he kneeled next to the officer. "Don't close an eye, keep them open."

The soldier looked up, green eyes fixing on the face of his Lieutenant. "Sir?"

Stephen sighed, holding his hands over the soldier's as he shifted the gun over. "Are you right handed?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you're right eye dominant, don't close both your eyes, you'll shoot your target precisely if you keep them both open."

Stephen glanced back down at him, his hands still covering those of his new officer as their eyes locked. They stayed still for a moment, just staring, and Stephen wasn't quite sure why...yet he couldn't look away from him.

"What's your name?"

"Scamander. Newt Scamander."

"Scamander..."

Stephen repeated it to himself, his hands slipping off those of Newt's as he rose to his full height once more. "Eyes open." He almost smiled down at him, but he only turned quickly and walked off back down to his tent.

****

The lieutenant walked along the many tents that had recently gone up around the camp, nodding at some of his men as they passed him by. It was a rare day, where firing had ceased, and the sky was free of any aircrafts. Aside from the random conversations he heard, all else was silent. He stopped at the edge of the hill, looking down at the clipboard in his hand and signing off on something. He was distracted enough by the paperwork, but when he looked up he saw a few of his officers showering under the makeshift hose they had placed there. His eyes scanned over them, not really paying attention to any of them in particular until he came upon Scamander.

The young man was shirtless, still clad in his trousers as he ran his hands over his hair, slicking it back against his head as he leaned his neck back. The water was likely cold, yet he seemed quite content with it anyway.

Stephen couldn't explain it, but there was something oddly mesmerizing about the sight. He didn't even think of the others passing him by, he just couldn't tear his gaze away. Over the past few weeks he found himself rather distracted by Newt. Something he fought desperately inside his mind, but no matter what he told himself, the truth was he couldn't begin to explain it. And he wasn't sure he wanted to anymore, he just let his eyes roam along the lean body of the soldier, taking in the way the water slid along the dip of his back and down his waist. It was a tempting sight, and all he wished to do was reach out and touch him.

"Lieutenant?"

Stephen jerked back, relief flooding him when he found Weir standing behind him.

"Weir."

The officer had a smirk on his face, as if he knew exactly what his superior was doing, but he didn't say anything. Something Stephen was more than thankful for.

"What is it?"

"The Captain wanted to see you."

****

Stephen shuffled the cards in his hands, throwing a few on the table in front of him. He sat on the stool, smoke hanging from his lips as he eyed the cards carefully. He pulled them up, one by one, raising an eyebrow at the fake fortune that was in front of him.

"Perfect..."

He spoke aloud, grabbing the smoke from his lips and blowing out a huge puff before ordering the cards all over again.

"Drink?"

Stephen looked up at Weir, smiling as he nodded. "Yes."

The officer poured him some whiskey, grabbing a glass for himself as they played a quick game. They were so into their bet they didn't realize another had entered the tent, and when Newt cleared his throat, both men looked up. Stephen stood up, not really sure why he did, but there was a surprise to seeing this young soldier here and now. Weir looked to Newt then to his superior, and with a small smile he grabbed his glass and saluted.

"Sir."

He pushed passed them both, offering Newt a grin before heading up the small ramp towards the outside.

Stephen was silent, eyes roaming along Newt's body curiously as the officer looked at Weir leaving, he waited until he couldn't hear the sound of boots anymore and he turned his gaze towards his lieutenant.

"Lieutenant."

"Scamander."

Newt smiled, removing his dress hat and messing around with his wavy strands. He held his cap firmly in his arms, straightening himself out before he spoke up. But, it seems Stephen would beat him to it.

"What are you doing here?"

"Boredom, I suppose..." Newt grinned at the older man, never once taking his eyes off him. His lieutenant was an unusually stern man, something that intrigued him to no end. Ever since they first met he felt something there, like a tug in the right direction towards this handsome individual. Not that he'd directly say that to his superior, for many reasons. But, he was no fool, he noticed the many glances Stephen sent his way, on numerous occasions.

"Boredom?"

Stephen scoffed, fixing his tie as he sat back down. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, crushing it into his left over coffee, and going back to shuffling his cards.

"Yes, apparently when you're not busy trying to stay alive, one grows bored sitting in a trench."

Stephen couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him, and the sad thing is there was some truth to Newt's statement. He looked over him, noticing how the dirt clung to Newt's face, giving him a more rugged look than usual. It was oddly endearing for such times, yet he'd be damned if he didn't properly admire the sight.

"You do know we have shower's, Scamander. I highly suggest you take one."

"I'm aware, lieutenant."

Newt stood quiet for a second, debating his next sentence but he decided it was worth the scolding look he'd probably get.

"I don't suppose you'd care to watch again?"

Stephen's hands stilled on the cards, his gaze shooting up towards Newt as the young man bit at the inside of his lip to keep from laughing. The lieutenant clearly held a shock to him, yet Newt could tell there was an anger building behind that beautiful stare of his. One he didn't mind being on the receiving end of.

"Careful with your words, Scamander..."

"Of course, lieutenant."

Newt smirked at him, taking a seat across as he placed his hat on the table. Without any care he leaned forward, taking Stephen's glass and chugging the rest of his whiskey. He scrunched his face a bit, no longer used to the sting of the heavy liquor. It had been far too long since he had any after all.

Stephen chuckled softly at him, reaching over and grabbing his glass back as he poured himself another. He was better able to handle his drink, and he raised his eyebrow at the younger man as he took a huge swig of it. He held the cards up in his hand, gesturing towards Newt as he spoke.

"Since you're already here, care to cure your boredom?"

Newt watched Stephen's every move carefully, training his eyes upon the lieutenant's face as he smiled over at him. "I'd love for you to cure my boredom, lieutenant."

Stephen looked up from shuffling the deck, unreadable expression on his face as he glanced across the small table. He felt the tension building between them, and staring into one another's eyes wasn't helping it. It was like electricity, something he wanted to be rid of, and nearer to.

He had to admire the courage the younger man had, that would prove vital in this war. And as chance would have it, it was also successful in keeping him utterly distracted from his duties. He spent more than a good portion of observation days watching Newt, something he knew wasn't smart, yet he couldn't stop himself if he tried. The only consolation of his slacking, was knowing the officer's skill with a weapon was climbing ranks.

Stephen licked over his lips, leaning far back in his chair as he considered Newt for a moment. The officer's hair was a bit messy upon his head, some of it sticking to his dusty face from being outside in the mud and rain. But, Stephen was far too enamored with him already to care. They actually did spend time together, granted most of it was spent quietly, and exchanging glances. It's like they both knew there was a tension between them, something they weren't so sure they could act on. Every touch between them was only proof of it, even a soft brush against the shoulder as they walked together, or a caress of fingertips as they exchanged items...it never ended.

"You're an interesting man, Scamander."

"You wouldn't be the first to say that, lieutenant."

"Not the first?"

There was a brief moment of jealousy he felt, the image of Newt with someone else making him rather angry. He even dared to wonder if another in his company had made the young soldier's acquaintance already. And this wasn't lost on Newt, because the minute Stephen looked away he smirked, biting on his lip.

"No...not the first."

By this point the heavy tension in the room only heightened, making both men shift in their chairs as they met eyes again. They each stared down at the other's lips, minds wandering to dangerous territory. The question of who would cave first was always in their thoughts, but Newt couldn't quite take it anymore, because he had been pining for his lieutenant for more than a few weeks now. Ever since the man held his hands and directed him to shoot the targets before him.

Newt quickly leaned over the table, curling his fingers around Stephen's tie and tugging him harshly forward as he crashed their lips together in a frenzied kiss.

Stephen wasn't sure how to react at first, he was so focused on the pair of lips on his own that he couldn't properly function. It was strange, how another man could bring him such pleasure in a simple kiss than any woman had in bed. But, overthinking it wasn't helping, and as Newt pulled away he looked up at him, heart pounding and lips tingling.

"Scamander..."

"Call me Newt."

They were both panting, their rough kiss having stolen their breath already. And while Newt watched the lieutenant closely, awaiting some response, Stephen just licked his bottom lip in thought.

"Newt..."

In a rush of arousal, Stephen grabbed the younger man's tunic, shoving him back and out of his chair as he pushed him towards the small bed in the corner.

***

A/N: Hope it was okay. I know it isn't anything special lol but it was fun to write! Especially making Newt a seductive little shit.

#newt scamander #stephen wraysford #birdsong

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